“God, what you must think of me.” “I think you’re pretty legit, Penny. I’ve thought that for a while,” I say, finally starting to find my voice. “Ever since Pacey introduced you, I’ve only had good thoughts. Even now, when I come home from a game and find you rambling and steaming my suits, I still think you’re pretty damn great.” “Thank you,” she says quietly. “This is where you tell me how great I am.” She chuckles. “And you’re pretty great too, Hornsby.”
