There was silence once again. A long one. Nobody said anything, but James… James just kept flipping that coin… flipping it over and over, just watching what it landed on.
Heads. Heads. Tails. Heads. Tails. Tails.
He didn't care about the outcome, he didn't make decisions based on it. No… he just loved the motion, loved the sound, loved the way it danced through the air. He loved playing with it, seeing what the coin would decide when he couldn't decide himself.
It wasn't weighted. It wasn't a trick coin. Just a coin… one that happened to be in his pocket, and yet, in that moment, it was like a window into life, a tiny glimpse of what the world was offering him, as if the coin itself held a little magic.
He flipped it again. Heads. Tails. Heads. Each time it spun, it felt like the world slowed down a little, like everything else… noise, people, problems… all was gone.
Just him, the coin, and the moment.
