As the bus hits a bump in the road, Jaxon feels a sudden jolt that sends his backpack slipping off his lap. He reaches down to retrieve it, but as he does so, he accidentally knocks it under the seat in front of him. Glancing over, he notices a pair of shoes, stylish and expensive, neatly tucked away beneath the seat.

His gaze travels up the figure of the woman seated in front of him, dressed in a sleek grey suit, with long black hair cascading down her back in loose curls. He watches as she pulls out a book from her own backpack, one he recognizes as one of his favorites.

"Excuse me," Jaxon says, leaning forward. "I think my backpack may have slid under your seat."

The woman looks up, her eyes meeting Jaxon's, and she furrows her brow in response. "I don't see it," she says, her voice smooth and cool. Jaxon can't help thinking how beautiful she looks in the morning sun, the light reflecting through the window and onto her face.

"That's odd," Jaxon replies, a hint of a smile forming on his lips. "It's pretty big, I'm surprised you didn't notice it."

The woman smirks, and Jaxon can tell she's playing coy. "Maybe I just didn't want to give it back," she teases.