“Mhm. And then he called me at, like, one in the morning. He asked me to come over. Can you believe that?” Ashley speaks in hushed tones, leaning in so close that she’s pressed up against your side. “As if.” She makes a little face of disgust, wrinkling her nose. The rays of the midday sun hit her so perfectly that it almost takes your breath away, her irises shifting golden in the light, sparkling as she looks at you. “Want a sip?” She holds out her Starbucks cup, shaking the ice around.