"Your bag?" Tatum replied, raising her eyebrows a bit at the brunette. "No, I'm not here to carry your bag! What do I look like exactly?" She took a look down at the pissed off cat, glad that it didn't seem to be able to get free. It looked even more irritated than it's owner.
"Do you even go here?" She asked after another moment, looking Frankie over critically for a couple more moments. She definitely didn't seem familiar. Tatum shifted a bit nervously, fidgeting with the straps of her own bag on her back.
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