My everyday carry on, i just carry almost all the stuff the i need, no a lot, but not so little, all this helps me to get organized be creative and don’t be stress, everything fits on my tiny backpack, i even carry my tablet.
if you want to know about something, feel free to ask me about it, and if you want a better photo, i would take them so you can see better every item
“Hi. I’m sorry. You don’t know me, but my name is Simon, and I really need to borrow the pen that’s been sitting on the table.”
Baz looked up from his biology textbook, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and came fact-to-face with what he would describe as a god. The boy in front of him had gorgeous blue eyes, bronze hair, and tan skin that was dotted with freckles.
“Excuse me?” Baz asked questioningly. He pushed his glasses up with his index finger and furrowed his eyebrows up at the boy.
“I really need to borrow your pen,” the boy repeated. “My name’s Simon. We have psychology together. You wouldn’t know me.”
Baz somewhat remembered seeing Simon around, but it was a bit foggy. He smiled and said, “I’m sorry. Yeah, you can borrow the pen.”
Simon picked up the pen quickly and pulled out a small, folded piece of notebook paper and wrote something down. He handed the small paper back to Baz and set the pen down. “That’s all. Thank you.”
Simon walked away, and Baz stared quizzically at him. He then looked down at the paper and began to blush madly. On it was written Needed the pen for something I forgot when I came over here and saw you. Call me. Then was his number with a small smiley face after it. Baz brought his hand up to feel his burning cheek and laughed a bit to himself.