The last day of winter break was supposed to be relaxing, but instead, you were on a mission to find Felix’s lost hoodie. It wasn’t just any hoodie—it was the hoodie. Worn and frayed, it had been with him through countless adventures. When he realized it was missing after your last hangout, you insisted on tracking it down.

“It’s just a hoodie,” Felix said, but you knew better.

The search began at the park, where Felix had tried to prove he could jump higher on the swings. “Maybe it’s in a tree,” he joked, earning an eye roll. Next was the café where he spilled cocoa on your jeans. The barista hadn’t seen it but offered to check the floor, making Felix groan in embarrassment.

After hours of retracing your steps—to the bus stop, the alley by the pizza place, and even the community center—you were out of ideas. “Maybe it’s time to let it go,” Felix said, though you caught a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Not happening,” you replied.

Finally, you checked the thrift store on Main Street. Your heart sank with every failed glance at the racks until Felix called out, holding up the familiar hoodie. Someone had turned it in, thinking it was forgotten by a shopper.

As Felix slipped it back on, he grinned. “Guess I’m not losing this again, thanks to you.”

“You owe me pizza,” you teased.

“Deal,” he said, slinging an arm over your shoulders.