“Why does it matter what I think?” “Because you smell keffing amazing and you’re smart and resourceful, and I like you.” I…smell amazing? It’s the weirdest compliment. I’m not an attractive woman. My features are too big for my face, my eyes too close together. I don’t dress up to be pretty. But telling me that I smell amazing is a compliment I’m not used to rebuffing, and I don’t know how to brush it aside. I don’t know that I want to. I like that there’s something appealing about me, I guess. “You just think I’m smart and resourceful because I took you down. There’s that ego again.”
