Time Flies when you're having Fun.

Spinning, the coin scattered light around the room before falling back down behind the counter.  A soft smack of metal on skin.  It was a golden coin, well polished with the face of some long-forgotten empress on one side and a laurel wreath decorating the other.  "Heads again, huh?"

The man sitting behind the counter shifted the coin back and forth, playing with it in his hand before flicking it up towards the ceiling again.  Free of the shadows, once again the coin lit up in the light of the old fashioned chandelier that hung in the center of the room.  Then at gravity's behest, the coin fell swiftly down again into the man's waiting palm.

He was middle aged, though he had a bearing and a smile that made him seem young at a glance.  He sat leaning back, feet up on the desk while the top of the chair braced against the door right behind him.  slightly disheveled, his white button up shirt stood out against the dark brown wood grain of the room, though the sleeves and shoulders were covered by a serviceable, black jacket.  His slacks were almost a matching shade, complimenting the look with a kind of a fashionable wink.  All of it had slight wrinkles, the type that was smoothed over after the clothing had been put on in the rush to get out the door, though the man behind the counter didn't seem the type to rush anywhere.  On his feet were plain, brown boots, but the light sort that you could get around in as opposed to anything heavy.

The rest of the room was empty besides a door on the far wall and a single chair facing the desk, a sister chair of the one the man sat in.  The room was large enough to pace in, but not quite large enough that it felt overly empty.  The sound of traffic seeped through the wooden door opposite the man, though it was muted and distant.

Over and over the man just flipped the coin up, waited, and caught it.  It had come up heads the past two hundred tosses, which rather annoyed him.  It was a boring way to pass the time after all, and here his coin was acting up again.  It was bad enough that heads was an affirmative of if he should stay in the room and keep flipping the coin.  Every fifty or so flips he would switch it up and change the question slightly.  "Is there a reason that I should be in here so late?"  Heads.  "An important reason?"  Heads.  "Can I leave now?"  Tails. "Is this just some sort of mind game?"  Tails. Heads. Tails, Tails, Tails. And on and on.  Currently he had stuck to "Am I still supposed to just wait?" as his go to time waster.  And it was approaching two hundred and fifty consecutive tosses.

Just as he sent the coin up again, a man in a black hoodie threw the door open and stumbled in.  He looked exhausted, just a little bit entirely frightened, and had his right hand suspiciously jammed into his pocket.
"Can I help you?" asked the man behind the counter, distracted enough to let the coin drop to the floor.  Under the desk, out of sight of either of the two men, the coin bounced, twirled, and then came to a rest perfectly balanced on its side.