“Um,” Ashleigh glanced over at him for a short moment, then fixed her eyes ahead of her. He seemed, more or less, harmless. In a rough and rugged sort of way. At least he had the whole charm thing on his side. This really was her month of random meetings, wasn’t it?
“There’s not much to tell. I’m kind of boring.” Aside from the creepy visions, recently getting attacked by a werewolf and saved by a vampire…completely boring; and normal too. She always felt a bit…odd talking about herself. Getting to know someone and getting a summary of a person weren’t the same thing. Not at all. “I’m a waitress at a diner. I read, as you have already found out, a lot. Not so much a hobby as an obsession”
It was really sad when you could sum your entire being up into a sentence or two. Really pathetic. “What about you? Curiosity begets curiosity I’m afraid. Where are you from? What do you do? Is the cowboy thing who you are or, like, an image thing? Going to guess real because of the accent.” The accent, and the weathered face. Despite how pale he was, he still was slightly sun kissed.