Compromised the bag

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Fuuka put her shoulders to the door and relaxed as it closed behind her. That was too close. She brushed her hands along her thighs, and... realized her fingers were passing over her own bare legs.

The bag was gone... torn and tattered by the wind, and uselessly sitting around her ankles. Fuuka just about shrieked as she looked around the new car helplessly, crossing both hands over her briefly exposed groin on instinct. Okay, she... she'd be okay. She saw the person with her bag a few feet ahead of her.

She just had to explain her case, get her bag, and she'd be in the clear.

Had she known what was going to happen next, Fuuka would have cut her losses and left.

For as she got close to the thief, she realized...