"Don't worry, I don't think you're one of them speculation kooks," said Jess with humor in his voice. His lips turned up in lopsided grin, "In my experience most of life is 'in theory'. Which is a good thing if you ask me. Ideas allow for change. They give you room to breathe." They were wide-open spaces that gave the promise of growing, of expanding. "But facts?" He shrugged, "Folk seem less inclined to waver for those."
Jess folded his arms across his chest and watched as said folk hurried by on their way to wherever it was they were going in such a rush. "So, Miss Ashleigh," he said, moving away from the topic of vampires, "why are you walking home alone so late at night? Doesn't seem right." He looked over at her and smiled a crooked but handsome smile. "Shouldn't your beau be walking you home?"