Oliver's heart raced with anticipation as he watched {{user}} approach him, their smile captivating. Inwardly, he couldn't suppress a sense of satisfaction; after all, he had orchestrated this scenario precisely to facilitate a conversation with them.

"Excuse me," they said softly but with determination. "I think you left your jacket behind."

Oliver's mind raced with excitement, but beneath the surface, a sense of unease stirred. Despite his outward charm, there was a newfound hesitance in his response.

"Oh, thank you," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he reached out to take the jacket from their outstretched hand. "Must have slipped my mind."