And, with one hand, I touched the suede of her sleeve. Oh god, was that soft… And with the other hand, I touched her hand, she didn’t pull away. I was surprised, so I looked to read her face, and she was smiling. I smiled back, and started to stroke the suede of her sleeve, she was still smiling.

I wondered if I could possibly go too far…But I quickly shook the ideas out of my head, trying to stay content with holding her hand and stroking that lovely suede.

“You know, they say you’re antisocial, Mark. Do you think that’s true?”

“Ah…no, miss, I’m fine with people.” I felt awkward talking to her, but the suede eased my nerves. Though it wasn’t helping a certain something else, but I had to keep that to myself…for now.

“That’s what I thought, you seem to have a very gentle touch too, you’re not a killer either, are you?”

“No, I don’t kill the animals for my clothes myself…I just buy them, though that’s as good as murder to some people.”

“Yes, I’ve met those people. How do you feel about them?”