Coat room. I went back for a jacket I did not need [F]

House party. The coat room was a kid’s bedroom with a pile of wool on the bed.

I said I was grabbing my coat. I left it on the pile. He followed because I looked at him when I said it. Door almost closed. Somebody’s scarf under my shoulder.

We had to be fast. We were. I finished with a stranger’s sleeve in my fist and walked back out in the wrong coat so I would have a reason to return it.

I returned it. That was not why I went back the second time.