Чек в кармане пальто

After work, Nina stepped off the tram on Nevsky Prospekt and immediately tucked her hands into her pockets.

The right pocket was empty; her gray wool gloves were nowhere to be found.

Nina remembered that before the tram she had stopped at a café and taken off her gloves at the counter.

First she rode back two stops, then walked along the wet pavement to the café.

On the way, Nina found a receipt in her pocket that still smelled of cinnamon.

At the counter she asked, “I think I left my gloves here. Did you happen to find anything?”

The barista took a gray pair from a drawer. “I was just about to take them to lost property—your receipt was beside them.”

Outside, Nina pulled on the still-damp gloves and held the cold tram rail more firmly.