So apparently this girl was very tactile, which is going to be weird because I am not a touchy person. Weirdly enough, I don't mind her touches. Maybe because they're light and brief and don't feel all that intrusive. Sure, that's why. Also that smile didn't hurt.

I hopped over the couch and landed next to her, leaning back and just relaxing for a moment. It's a pretty comfy couch.

"Well, all I can speak for is my opinion," I say and since she hasn't annoyed me yet, I consider her different being good. "I'm Kaine, by the way."