Jake chuckled, and shrugged. "I wouldn't dismiss it out of hand. Figure there's got to be some sort of chemistry indicator when you bump into someone you'll get along with. 8,000 chick flicks can't be wrong, right?" He laughed quietly.
"But no, definitely not actively looking or pining my nights away or anything like that," he agreed. Maybe that'd change in a few years, but he doubted it. If it happened, fine. If it didn't, also fine. "But good to know. Keep cruising on how I'm going and things'll work out," he decided with a quiet laugh before he shifted his attention to his recently delivered food to start in on that. He was hungry, and after this he figured he'd want a shower and he figured the other diners would appreciate if he got his grubby ass out of their food area.