That nervous energy was a good tipoff to the identity of the man standing at her doorway. Maybe it didn’t tell her what he was like ethically or morally, but Jessica would wager that there was an illegal substance coursing through the guy’s system giving him that extra boost that made him so annoyingly bouncy. Jessica had dealt with addicts before. She had no problem with addicts. Their addictions didn’t necessarily make them bad people. Case in point, her friend Malcolm.

Her eyebrows raised slightly at the comment regarding her height, but she said nothing. It was nerves. People said a lot of shit when they were nervous and this guy wasn’t giving off a particularly asshole-ish vibe, so she let it go. What she got from what he said was that he needed help. The person who’d brought him to the city, his friend, had somehow gone missing and left him alone and without money. He had no money. On good days, Jessica liked to think that she might have been a good person, but the fact that he couldn’t be a paying customer gave her pause. She froze in that doorway, just looking him over for a second. Eventually, though, that part of her that gave a damn won out. Jessica rolled her eyes and stepped aside, holding her hand out as if she was presenting her apartment to him.

“Come inside. We can talk specifics in my office. What’s your name, anyway?”