To everyone else, you were a gold digger; the kind of girl that people were warned about because you had a habit of taking without any reciprocation.

But Tashi thought you were perfect, the kind of thing she needed in her life. She was older now, and Art had slowed down a lot, she needed a little firecracker to spoil.

“You want the pink one or the white one? I think the pink one’s cuter..”

Tashi held out two little tennis dresses in front of you, both on hangers. She was going to make you try on both, do a twirl in them, and she’d probably end up buying both of them.