ordered a drink from him as you sat alone at a table in the middle of the bar awaiting the man you had set your eyes on for your solo con. A 45-year-old doctor who had inherited his late uncle’s fortune was your target and you had gotten word he would be showing up at this exact bar. You knew you couldn’t take long since your mother was currently working on her latest victim and she’d call you to let you know when to help her out.

“That’s 7.50,” Leon said, settling the drink in front of you.

Holding up a quarter and looking up at him through your lashes, you replied; “I’ll flip you for it. Call it.”

Leon frowned, “No we don’t really—“

“Call. It.”

“Tails.” He acquiesced, shrugging.

You flipped the coin, catching it in your hand. “Heads. Awhh, too bad. Thanks.” You spoke with a cocky grin on your face.

Letting out a small chuckle, Leon shook his head before turning to walk away.