You Give The Backpack back, and Find Out More About Her

You take the bag home overnight and then bring it with you around over the next day. You run into her around campus so often then you're sure to get an opportunity to give it to her. You almost gave it to her at one point when you saw her running to another class, carrying a piece of artwork over her head. She must get plenty of exercise, because before you could catch up she'd zoomed far out of sight. It would have been especially convenient to give it to her then, because at one point between classes, your roommate Todd, in one of his rare appearances, laughs at you for carrying around a pink dog covered bag. You want to punch him in his skunk smelling kidneys.

You finally run into her going opposite directions in the quad. She's not looking around, too busy texting on her smartphone with a case with a beagle on it.

“Hey,” you call. She doesn't look up. “Hey. This isn't your bag is it?” You ask, a bit louder. She looks up at you. You can't see her eyes through her tinted glasses, but her face twists slowly from confusion to a gasp.

“Oh my god!?” she shouts and wraps her arms around your throat in a hug. To your credit you only **** a little bit. What follows is a deluge. “You found it!? Where did you find it? When did you find it? How did you know it was mine. My name is Kin. What's yours.”

“What?” You ask, blinking twice.

“Where did you find my bag?” she asks sweetly, twisting her head and hips in a cute friendly gesture. If she seemed offended at all about your difficulty keeping up, she wasn't showing it.

“Well yesterday you left it underneath a tree. I saw it there while I was walking by and I saw you walking away without your bag. I see you around a lot so I figured I'd take it and give it you the next time I see you.” You explain. You hold out the bag, and she grabs it gently, hugging it against her chest and smooshing her face against it before putting it down. This girl is weird.

“I know what you mean. I see you, like, two or three times a day at least” she scratches the top of her head. “What's your name.”

“Jon, I'm Jonathan.” You clear your throat and hold out a hand. She grabs it and shakes it daintily.

“Well Jonathan” she smiles. “I can't thank you enough. I was sooooo worried I lost this. I would have gotten in so much trouble if I didn't have it on Sunday. I looked underneath my couch, and in my classes, and everywhere. But, I just couldn't figure out where I left it. This is so silly of me. How could I have left it while walking?”

“Everyone loses stuff sometimes.” Her teacher must be really strict about making sure she has the right supplies for class. “I lost this ummm...” you pause. You were about to say you lost your copy of smash bros, but you realize maybe flaunting what a dork you are right now might not be the best idea.

“You lost your what?” she tilted her head. Her long black perfect hair tangled down t the side.

“Well...” you begin, parsing your words. “Do you know what a WiiU is?”

“Of course” she beams and straightens out, clapping her hands silently. “I've got the Windwaker special edition. It's the only special edition WiiU out so far.”

“Oh. Awesome.” You melt. “Well I lost my copy of Smash Bros 4 for like a week. I thought Something happened to it. Like ninjas stole it or maybe I'd broke it somehow. Nope, my roommate just happened to have borrowed it without asking.”

“Those pesky ninjas” She giggles. She seems to legitimately enjoy talking to you? Since when do you have luck like this?

“Hey,” you ask, growing a more confident smirk. “I don't get a reward for finding your backpack, do I?”

“I don't know?” she laughs, crossing her arms and puffing out her chest. It takes all of your willpower not to dive into her cleavage. “What kind of reward would my valiant knight want?”

“Nothing big. I just was wondering if you had any dinner plans tonight?” Your heart beats like a steel drum.