The warm chatter of the restaurant filled the air, blending with the soft clinking of cutlery and the scent of freshly cooked meals. You’d just finished dinner — satisfied, calm, ready to leave.

As you reached for your wallet to pay, a single coin slipped through your fingers and rolled across the floor. Clink… clink… clink… It spun away, weaving between tables before finally stopping.

You crouched down to grab it — only to realize it had come to rest beneath the table of someone… important.

A sharp-dressed man sat there, surrounded by quiet company. His suit was crisp, his gaze unreadable. As you reached for the coin, you felt his eyes glance your way.

“Looking for something?” he asked calmly.