Silverlight Terrace i don't know how you do what you do

The girl watched him, subconsciously pressing her shoulder to his when he sat. She longed for warmth, for contact... Casmir had always offered those, they were the most basic of interactions- and yet she knew they could always go further had she asked. She shrugged. "His name's Casmir," she told him quietly, hoping he wouldn't move farther away after she had touched him, even if it was just barely. She looked to the other for a moment, "I don't suppose you've heard of him?" she then asked, a flicker of hope entering her diamond white eyes.