“I’m not putting that on my face!” The sponges looked like sea creatures.

“You’re right.” Sophie sifted through more items. “This foundation is too dark for you. You have, like, no tan at all. Have you ever seen the sunlight?” She tsk-tsked Eve. “Forget it. We’ll just start with a little concealer under the eyes and then try out eye shadow colors. Your eyes are stunning.”

“Oh.” Eve blushed for real this time. “Thanks.”

“And these colors will really bring that out, so don’t forget that this is your palette,” she explained like a strict teacher.

As Sophie played around with little circles of eye shadow colors on the top of Eve’s hand, testing out shades of blue and violet against her skin, she asked again, “So what’d Brody say when you said yes to the dance?”

“Oh, I never actually said yes. I avoided him the rest of the week, to be honest. I didn’t know what to say.”

Sophie smacked a hand against her knee. “What?”

“I—” Eve couldn’t finish before Sophie cut her off.

“Give me your phone.” Sophie held her hand out.

“Um. No.”

“What? Give me your phone!” She emphasized each word with more and more annoyance.

“I can’t!”

“Where is it?” Sophie searched Eve’s room. She checked low to the ground, looking for outlets.

“Don’t!”

“Eve Hoffman. If you wait and wait to do something because you’re scared, then nothing ever gets done. Where is it?”

“No, it’s not that! It’s Shabbat, I can’t use it!” Eve sighed.

“So … what’s that mean?” Sophie asked.

Should she try to explain it? “Well, there are all these religious laws that on Shabbat you can’t do stuff like tear toilet paper or turn on the lights.” Oh man, now Sophie would definitely judge her. “But my family doesn’t follow all that.”

She was confusing Sophie. She’d try again. “When my brother Abe and I had our bar and bat mitzvahs, um, these big parties we have, my parents wanted us to pick one action for Shabbat that honors the deeper meaning of the day. And I felt like the meaning of the day is to quiet your mind. Rest. So on Saturdays, Shabbat, my brother doesn’t use the internet and I stopped using my phone.” She paused. “Well, I’m trying to stop.”

“Huh.” Sophie appeared to be processing all of it. “‘Quiet your mind.’ Doesn’t sound so bad.”

Eve thought she’d caught Sophie in an argument she couldn’t win—religious protest. Yet Sophie’s palm stayed out, waiting.

“Still,” Sophie challenged, raising her eyebrows, “how badly do you want to go back to nobody noticing you in your baggy shirts, huh?”

Eve sighed and nodded toward the door. “In the kitchen. By the microwave.”

Sophie retrieved the phone, put Eve’s surrendering thumb on it to get past the password, and spoke out loud as she wrote. “Brody, sorry I didn’t write back yet. TBH this is my first date. Smiley-blushy face. I’d love to go to the Halloween dance with you. What are you going as?” She dropped the phone down on the bed. “Done.”