I missed his back pocket and grabbed his shoulders.
"Give me your money." I told him, with a fierceness I didn't know I had. He smiled kindly to me and reached into his back pocket, handing me his wallet. I opened it. A hundred dollars in cash lay in it, along with plenty of change.
I grinned, and turned to run.
"Hey," he called after me. I turned. "If you're going to be robbing people all night, you may as well take my coat."
I looked at him, bewildered. He walked towards me and held out his coat. Numbly, I took it.
He smiled at me.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"If you're willing to risk getting put in jail for a little bit of money, you must really need it. I was just going to get something to eat, and if you'd like to come with me, you're more than welcome."
I smiled and followed him. We headed over to a resturant and ate. When the time came to pay for the bill, he looked at me expectantly.
"I would pay," he said, "But you took my wallet."
Sheepishly, I handed over his money. "I forgot about it." I told him as he pulled out a few dollar bills.
He shrugged, and as I was leaving, he stopped me.
"Do you need a place to stay for the night?"