What happened to Suman that night? Who knows what and the whole truth
Andrew goes to the bar and orders a drink. After he finishes, the bartender asks if he wants a second drink. Andrew checks his watch and sees that his plane is leaving in five hours and he decides he needs to leave. He regrets taking a flight so early in the morning, but knows that he will be able to sleep on the plane. He pays for his drinks, grabs his jacket and leaves.
It has been very cold since Andrew has gone to the pub, so he takes off his jacket. At least, he tries to slip on it. He ties his arm to the sleeve, but the hole at the end is too small for his arm. He tries a second sleeve, but the jacket is too short to stretch across his back. He takes it off and looks at it.
It looks like a shrunken version of their jacket. He checks the pocket and finds a wallet that is definitely not his. He opens it and sees an ID with a picture of a woman. His name is Erin. He has dark brown hair and green eyes. A sweet girl, Andrew thinks, but he doesn’t have time to worry about that.
He returns to the bar and examines the coat rack. He lost his coat. There are three black coats and one brown, but not one red. He walks around the bar thinking that maybe Erin had a cold and put on her jacket, but there were no women all over the place. He stands still, trying to decide what to do. He can’t leave his father’s jacket in London and Erin probably needs his wallet.
He types the address from his ID in his phone and sees that his house is just a short distance away. He can stop at his place, trade jacket, and still return to his hotel with little time to sleep.
He walks at night. It’s getting colder and it’s thinner The dress shirt does not keep him warm. He finds the house and knocks on the door. When the door finally opens, the woman standing behind it is definitely not Erin. This woman is in her eighties with shiny white hair.
“A woman named Erin lives here?” Andrew asks her.
“No. No one lives here, but I answer.”
Andrew digs out of the jacket pocket and hands the old lady Erin’s ID. “do you know her?” He asks.
“Oh yes, the girl who lived here before me. I saw her when she was going out. That’s a cute thing, isn’t it?”
“Do you know how I can contact him? It’s kind of necessary.”
“I really don’t know him. I can call the landlord. See if he knows anything.”
“Well, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble,” Andrew says.
“No problem.” The woman calls him in and he sits on the couch. She goes to the kitchen and he overhears her talking on the phone. He looks through the wallet, trying to find any clues about him, but he finds that there is some credit card and a picture of him and some friends.
“He must be very special,” the old woman says as she walks into the living room.
Andrew’s head jerks as he realizes that he is staring at the photo.
“Oh, no. I’ve never met him,” Andrew says.
The woman looks suspicious but hands over a piece of paper. “The landlord says he doesn’t know how to contact him but has given me the name of a club he likes to go to. I don’t know if it will help.”
Andrew typed the address written on the paper into his phone and saw that it was a ten-minute walk away. And he sees his plane take off in four hours. He thanks the old lady and walks into the club as soon as possible.
Inside the club, he searches through the crowd but can’t find Erin anywhere. Nobody looks anything like him.
He steps outside the club and leans against the wall. He does not see the woman leaning against the wall wearing a red jacket, which is obviously a big deal for him. He notices her though.
“That jacket would be warmer if you were wearing it,” she says.
Andrew sees Erin staring right.
“Wait, you’re Erin,” he says.
“I know,” she says. “But it’s weird you know.”
“I’ve been watching for you all night. You’re wearing my jacket. We accidentally swapped jackets in the pub before.”
“How did you find me?” She smiles saying this. Andrew has a much smoother smile than he thought.
“It’s a long story.”
“Wait, I was in the pub like two hours ago. Were you really following me for that long?”
“I was chasing the jacket, really,” Andrew says, beginning to blush.
“I like a person who is committed to his jacket,” Erin says as she closes Andrew’s jacket and hands it to him. He slips it on his shoulders and realizes the dull heat of Erin. “I like long stories. I want to have a cup of coffee and tell about my night?”