Cassie's cheeks only just cooling from her earlier embarrassment flamed an even brighter shade of red at his mention of sex. Was it written over her forehead or something? Maybe he just thought that was the only thing that women their age fought over? Her hand came up to toy with the loose tips of her hair hanging over her shoulder. "Something like that, I think. " She spluttered, thinking nothing of the invasive question, she'd been known to ask worse. "There was a lot of alcohol involved." Was she really having this conversation with a near stranger that she had a massive crush on? "Honestly, I don't really remember much, I guess I had more to drink than I thought."<br/><br/>He was pulling the book from the case then and her eyes caught on the cover. This was the book, this was what Izzie had been wanting for so long now. It may not fix what had happened, but at least she could give her something happy to hold onto. Some semblance of something that she wanted.<br/><br/>"That's the one," She whispered reverently, reaching out to trace the cover softly with her fingertips. She knew something precious when she saw it, even if she didn't understand what was so fascinating about the old book any more than Mr. Heidermann did. "That's what Izzie wanted."<br/><br/>A smile bloomed on her face as she turned back to the man beside her. "Thank you, this is exactly what I was looking for," impulsively she moved to hug him her lips angled up towards his cheek. He'd done it, he'd found it, and it was well within her reach with less than she'd anticipated ending up on her credit card.