Standing outside the famous shop she thought of just closing her eyes. Of course the look of the things on display were a pleasure in themselves. The perfect design, the craftsmanship was a treat for the eyes. She could look at them for hours but as she turned the ring, it was the touch she wanted. She wanted to feel the material. She wanted to run her fingertips along the perfect seams. She wanted the sense, the connection that only touch could give. That was what you paid the premium for. This was not just any laptop she was buying.