“The Hoodie Exchange” ❤️🧥

It started with a simple mistake — or maybe fate pretending to be stupid.

I was coming from the shop, hoodie on, earphones in, minding my business… when she stopped me at the staircase.

Nia.

Small waist, bright eyes, lips with gloss that smelled like trouble.

My neighbour from downstairs.

She pointed at my hoodie and said,

“Isn’t that mine?”

I laughed. “How would your hoodie be on my body?”

She stepped closer, tugged the sleeve, and smiled.

“Because I borrowed yours last week… and this is exactly...