Jess is a new colour purple, one that he's never seen as a base colour.
It is a shade of purple that is brighter than royal but not quite amethyst yet, called eminence. He thinks it's a silly name for a colour, but that is what it's called, and in a way in suits her. Eminence: distinction, prominence, importance. Jess is all of these things, and he liked her quite a bit. She's almost what he imagined having an annoying little sister would be like. Connor had a sister, but she was an annoying big sister, and that wasn't quite the same. When he first meets her, she is dressed in a short, snug dress that's almost the same shade as her eminence, four inches taller than she is normally thanks to a pair of heels that look more like some sort of primordial animal-trapping device than shoes, and she's almost as stunning to his colour-deprived eyes as Burton is, except there's absolutely nothing wrong with the eminence.
She is eminence and full of so much brightness and joy that he finds himself naturally gravitating towards her just as much as he drifts towards Abby after a long day. Emerald is good comfort, something to relax into like a hot bath, but eminence is like a rainbow after the thunderstorm, the cheery pick-me-up at the end of the day. Just sitting close enough to watch all her brilliant, bright colours flicker and dance together across the eminence makes him feel a little better.
But its also absolutely hilarious when Becker comes near her. Because then her colours get so twisty and curly, and she'll turn the most impressive shade of magenta, shivering with excitement and infatuation. And, naturally, Becker being Becker, just looks at her, confused tan and straw-yellow blooming in the rosewood, and then he'll manage to say something stupid or insensitive, and then her colours flinch slightly, but the magenta always comes back. She's persistent, if nothing else. He finds watching the two of them just as amusing as watching Jenny and Cutter.
Connor wonders if anyone's started betting yet.