Your gaze follows the bag up and up as it is hefted very high into the air by muscles that dwarf your puny body. It's quite a way up, but you can make out the identity of the giantess lifting it. Mainly by the mass of curly hair on her head, as you can't make out facial detail.
It's Charlotte. Now that you appraise her form again, from sandal-clad feet to bespectacled eyes, it's quite obvious. Charlie's a striking person normally, but now she has the impact of a goddess manifest on your tiny form.
For a moment you are tempted to fall to your knees in awe, but then you pull yourself together. She's no bigger or more powerful, after all - it is merely you who has become a pathetic example of humanity.
You wonder why it is that she has taken your bag into her possession, but there's no time to wait for an answer. Unable to get to your 'phone, you may as well act fairly directly and grab Charlie's attention.
That was your justification for running towards her.
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