“Yeah—oh,” he says. “Just … fuck. You don’t … see yourself the way other people do.” I laugh nervously and look out the front window. “Are you complimenting me, Cole Ashby?” He shakes his head. “I mean it, Ginger. I’m telling you this so that, even though I give you a hard time, you know your worth. And I’ll always come when you call, okay? Just … find someone better.”
