"Did you ever kill anyone?" Lisa asks me.
Our first date is painfully coming to an end, and after two hours of chemistry-less conversation, Lisa seems as reserved as she did the moment she walked into the restaurant. Like many Jewish girls I've met in this city, Lisa is wearing an expression that says, "I'm bored. Why can't you be as cool as my dad?"
That is until she brings up my past. Then her cold, beautiful eyes finally wake up.