A few days later, after Emily spent the afternoon practicing her set in a rented studio space, she came home to find Ezra directing a man with a piano on a dolly about where to put it in their apartment.
“What’s going on in here?” she asked, fighting the urge to throw her arms around him, because it was pretty obvious that he had just bought her a piano.
“It’s your Hanukkah present,” he told her, beaming. It was a white upright that fit perfectly against the wall next to the couch.
And then Emily did throw her arms around him. “Thank you,” she said. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
He hugged her back. “I actually think I do,” he said.