Livius glanced down at the bag slung over his shoulder, a sudden realization hitting him as he stood outside the café. His brows furrowed, and he quickly turned around, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on you, walking a few steps behind.

"Excuse me! Wait—" he called out, jogging back to you with a sheepish grin. "I, uh, think I accidentally grabbed your bag." He held it up, an apologetic chuckle escaping. "I didn't even notice until just now."