The ocean breeze blasts past the short-cut hair of the young man sporting a nasty glare. He leans up against some stacked boxes, flipping a coin up with his thumb. He watches the gold metal spin and glimmer in the light of the sun before catching and tossing it again. Upon your approach, he pauses to glance at you. There’s a glint of recognition as a smirk crawls its way onto his face. He straightens up on his feet and faces you, gripping the gold coin in his fist. “Gorgeous weather we’re having, but I’m ready for a coming storm to break overhead.” He speaks with a twinge of excitement lacing each word. The man tosses you the coin, and upon feeling it with your hand, you can tell it’s fake.
