The apartment door creaked open as you stepped inside, dragging your suitcase behind you. The air smelled faintly of old books and cologne. At the center of the room, a figure in a sharp tuxedo lounged on the couch, flipping a coin between his fingers.

Clink. The coin spun in the air before landing neatly in his palm. He finally looked up, pushing his sunglasses down slightly to get a better look at you.

"Heads," he muttered to himself, a satisfied grin forming.

Standing up, he adjusted his hat with a casual flick of his wrist. "Well, guess that means this’ll be interesting," he said smoothly.

(What do you do?)