She Left Her Bag In Class

The bells rings.

Of course, you don't notice that. After all, you've spent the past twenty minutes ignoring every last word the professor has been saying and drawing an absurdly photo realistic piece of Thundercats fan art. Cheetarah, obviously. Also humming the addictive Thundercats theme song in your head. You don't notice that class has ended until you hear the rustling of a hundred bookbags and the sound of students leaving the lecture hall.

"Nice drawing." Mya says with an airy laugh. She walks right past you. For a moment you thought your eyes met. Then she was gone. Out the same double doors that you needed to pack up and leave from too. Which you still weren't doing.

She noticed you! Specifically, she noticed you were doing something stupid. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? It was a good piece of artwork though. You were probably going to upload it online later...

Wait. Everyone else had already left. Even the professor. The lecture hall was a ghost town. You slam your artwork and supplies into your backpack at a hurried pace.

"Wait..." you whisper. Looking around the room you notice that one of the seats still had a backpack in it.

You walk down a few aisles to the seat with the leftover backpack. It has a pattern of logos on it. Some kind of designer brand that you wouldn't recognize. As you pick it up, a fact of great important hits you. Mya sits in this seat. And that means this backpack is hers.....