The Backpack, and an Idea

You reach out and drop the backpack into her hands. She's not very strong, so gives an off and the bag almost slips out of her fingers. She plays with the zipper for a moment, to check if anything is missing, but then remembering the very good reasons she shouldn't open the backpack in front of anyone else, decides perhaps it's best if she doesn't. Instead she slides the backpack backwards into the utter chaos that is her room.

"I don't have any rewards for you, Mr. I'm just glad it's back" Her teeth never stop chewing at her lips. It's aggressively cute. "I was worried I lost it."

"I bet". You say, trying your best to just seem composed and friendly. The moment is coming. Wait for it, wait for it. "I was just glad I could help. Anyway I have a class I should get to." You turn halfway from the door.

"Good bye." she calls, nervously, starting to close the door. You stop it with your hand.

"One last thing." You grin. "I'm an architecture major. The designs in the bag were good, but it would never hold together if you made it like that. If you want any help revising your designs, my number is in the bag, right next to the plans. My name is Jonathan by the way. Text me if you want to hear more." You let the door close and walk away. You smile, because the entire time you said that, she was biting her lip so hard you thought she might have drawn blood.