On the run

Okay, so maybe the coat didn't technically belong to me. But there she was, alone, all cashmere
cosiness draped over a park bench. And boy was it cold outside. My floral cotton dress just couldn't cut it. What sort of person would leave something so lovely behind, anyway? I would never do that to you, my beautiful green outer-garment. Quick. Better run faster. Before your previous owner catches up to us.