Scruffy. That was the first thought that came to Jessica's mind as a homeless looking man approached her. She sighed as he reached her "I couldn't get the handsome one" she whispered to herself jokingly and decided he was harmless enough and met his pleasant concern with a smile and silent nod.

The room was beginning to start bustling and becoming alive like her old school dances her mother would force her to go to, the one where boys and girls dared not to talk till some brave kid crosses the dance floor like a freed prisoner of war cautiously testing his surroundings. "Yes I'm fine" she said after much hesitation and she took a second to delicately rub more red blood from her lip. "You.. fine?" She assumed he knew his appearance was a little rough, however how could she complain when she knew how creepy hers could be.