"It's like in the great stories... The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why."
“What on earth gave you the idea of hiding this stuff in my jacket?”
“Well, weed...green, easy to remember,” Florian answered with a sheepish grin.
“Just don't ever touch it again, ok?” Roman glared at him.
“So, it's not about the weed then, it's about the jacket?”, Flo frowned bemusedly.
Jenny chose it for Roman, insisting that he would wear it on many of their nights out. Much later he understood her hidden agenda. Nothing would proclaim the man at her side to be just her gay best friend more effectively than a green velvet jacket.