"You kind of remind me of my father. Anyway, I have to get going, I'm late for work," the young woman said, before walking away.
Lucius just stared as she left, something about her felt... familiar.
"Wait, you forgot your-" he shouted trying his best to run towards her, but the woman was already getting into a taxi. "-jacket," he finished, before looking down at his legs.
~I'm not quite what I used to be,~ he thought to himself, before neatly folding the jacket. ~She'll come back tomorrow, I'll give it to her then.~
Later that day Lucius used some of the money he had gotten from her to buy a bottle of scent diffuser. He didn't quite care about how he smelled anymore, but he wasn't going to let his stench infest her jacket.
The following day she walked past the street that Lucius hung around, just like he had predicted, but she didn't even turn to look at him.
"Y-Your jacket," Lucius shouted, using what little strnegth he had to catch up to her as she was hailing a taxi.
