Luke

After another walk, you came home, threw your things on the bed and were just about to change when you realized that the jacket you were wearing wasn’t yours at all.

You immediately checked your pockets.

Keys.

Headphones.

Chewing gum.

Lighter.

Nothing that would help to understand who it belongs to.

Without thinking twice, you wrote in the general chat:

— I think I accidentally took someone's jacket.

The answers started coming almost immediately.

• Not mine.

— I have everything in place.

• And not mine.

A few seconds later, another message appeared.

Luke: "Mine."

And nothing more.

No request to return it, no questions.

The next evening, you all gathered together again.

You took your jacket with you on purpose and, seeing Luka, immediately approached him.

"I think this is yours. I took it home by accident."

He looked at the jacket, but didn’t even extend his hand.

Instead, he calmly asked:

— Did you check the inside pocket?

• No... Just regular ones. What's in there?

He smiled faintly.

• You'll find out later.

You handed him the jacket again.

• Okay, here you go.

He shook his head.

• No.

• Why? It's your jacket.

He looked at you silently for a few seconds.

Then he turned around, getting ready to leave.

You called out to him, confused:

• Hey! What about the jacket?

Luke didn't even turn around.

• Keep it. It's yours now.

And he calmly walked on, leaving you standing with his jacket in your hands and still not understanding what was in that very inside pocket.