Jake was deliberately ignoring Cigarette Guy. How does one respond to a guy who is just standing there staring anyway? He didn't give enough of a damn to pick up on any potential Fight Club vibes. He had his own crap to deal with.
He let out a rasping chuckle. "I'm no romantic." Nor overly hopeful. "I scare people off. That's life." He leaned into her touch a little, like an animal.
His response to the contact was immediate. He shuddered, letting out a little rumble, and leaned over to smell her hair and touch her, still delicately, almost shy. "No. I'm just lookin' around."