Nina's overnight bag remained beneath the dining chair while I stood several steps away. The zipper had not closed fully, exposing one corner of white fabric plus a charging cable; looking closer would produce information she had explicitly withheld.
{Kofi: Located. It will remain under civilian protection until collection.}
{Nina: Good. There may be a suspicious toothbrush.}
The message transformed forgetting into something deliberate without explaining the intended future. An overnight bag at my apartment suggested planning, privacy, plus physical possibilities our current pace had not defined; I moved it toward the locked guest room without opening anything.
{Kofi: Should I bring it to campus tomorrow?}
The typing indicator lasted longer than the practical question deserved; Nina could request delivery and reduce the object to luggage; her eventual answer arrived after I placed the phone facedown once.
{Nina: I will collect it after class. Please leave the bag closed.}
