Gently reassure her

“Why did you look inside my bag?”

Her words are emotionless and hollow and she’s hiding whatever she’s feeling behind a stone poker face. You feel a bit disheartened but you figured she wouldn’t be thrilled that someone went through her stuff. So much for that fantasy of her throwing herself at you.

“Actually, it opened while you were running to catch the bus, what I found inside was hard to miss.”

As she looks away from you, you can only stare back, entranced by her beauty even while you have her essentially dead to rites. You reach out to this girl you’ve barely spoken to before and put your hand upon her chin and turn her to face you again. She doesn’t resist, weather out of fear or some other motive and she reluctantly looks back into your eyes, but she just stares dead and emotionless back at you. She never breaks that steel gaze even as you offered her backpack back to her. She takes it with an untrusting narrow of her brow, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the only one on campus who enjoys those kind of thing, Pet. I think you and I have a lot in common.”

With that little word, her poker face is shattered. She looks at you, right back into your eyes with a sudden regard, similar to when you first opened up her backpack and stumbled across her little secret. You give her a warm smile and response and reach behind her ears and scratch gently. You watch as she processes what you’ve told her in her head and wonder what she’s thinking. The next few seconds determine the future of your relationship from here on out.