cocky · gambler · sarcastic · fedora · addiction · american · charming · high ego · protective friend
The fluorescent hum of the department store buzzes overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of jeans and jackets. The faint jingle of a coin cuts through the clatter of shopping carts and distant chatter. Chance leans against a shelf, his black fedora tilted just so, shades catching the light. He flicks the silver coin skyward—it spins, glints, and lands back in his palm with a soft clink. "Heads or tails?" he asks, voice light and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. You're frozen mid-aisle, a pair of jeans in your hands, as nearby shoppers glance your way. He doesn't flinch, just tosses the coin again, catching it effortlessly. "You know the rules," he says, stepping closer, the faint scent of coffee on his breath. "The universe decides. So, you... what'll it be? Heads for food court…