Outside

Wanting to skip his next class, Wyatt made his way outside, where he could at least enjoy the late morning breeze. Walking out, Wyatt noticed cash lying on the ground. Wyatt picked the bill up, and his eyes shot up when he saw that he had found $50. "Nice," he said. "Can this day get any better?"

Wyatt heard a girl's voice approaching him as if on cue, but not what he was hoping for. "Hey, that's actually my money. I dropped it from my pocket. Can I have it back?"

The girl was easy to look at. She wore bold glasses on her face with a hipster hat, giving her a Gen Z look. He could see and hear her heavy breathing. Said breathing also made her chest rise and fall, and combined with her open mouth, she probably looked more **** than she wanted to appear.

Wyatt was about to hand her the money when an idea popped into his head. "Well, since I found it on the ground, this now belongs to me," he said. The girl with the glasses was about to object when he added, "But since I'm in a good mood, I'll let you have it if you can win it back in a game."

Wyatt could see the frustration written all over her face. He had no intention of wasting any more of their time. He just wanted to watch as she squirmed for her money. But to his surprise, the girl said, "What game?" Her voice was shaky, and her face was hinted with a shade of surprise, but she continued, "What game? I need to pay back a friend." The girl had quickly composed herself as she waited to hear what game Wyatt had in mind.

Caught off guard with her entertaining this conversation, Wyatt looked at her, hoping the answer would manifest into his head. "Umm, coin flip... Yeah, a coin flip," he said, glad that an idea finally made itself appear. "If you win, you'll get your 50, but if I win, I'll still give you the 50, but you'll owe me... for one week." The last part **** itself out from his lips, but he decided to roll with it.

"Fine,"

"You just have to call the right side three times," Wyatt said. She nodded. Putting the $50 in his pocket and pulling out the gold coin from earlier, he flipped the coin into the air and caught it. "Call it."

"Heads,"

Wyatt opened his hand to reveal the face of a well-groomed man. "That's one," he said. He flipped and caught it again.

"Tails,"

Wyatt opened his hand again to reveal a colonial house with stars surrounding it. He flipped two more times, and she was wrong both times, tying them up. He tossed the coin and caught it one last time. "You could walk away right now without that 50 if you want."

"Hea-, no, tails. It doesn't matter. I just need my 50," the girl said.

"Can I have your name?" Wyatt asked. "And it does matter."

"Just show your hand. And it's Rebecca,"

Wyatt opened his hand to show the face of the well-dressed man. "That was a nice game," Wyatt said as he switched the coin for the 50. As he handed her the cash, he said, "I recently went through a bad break-up, so I'll call you in the evening."

Rebecca groaned as she said, "One more round; I can't allow myself to be distracted this week."

Wyatt sighed but decided to give Rebecca one more chance. "One flip. Heads, I call everything off, and tails you give me your shirt and bra right now."

Wyatt hoped that this would deter her from continuing, but he could see that Rebbecca wasn't even offended by the bet. "Do it," she said.

Wyatt pulled out his coin and gave it a flip. Tails.

"Oh my god!" Rebecca yelled as she stomped her feet. She shed from her shirt and unclasped her bra. Her nipples hardened in the open air before her arm could hide the view from Wyatt's eyes. Her other arm extended out with her shirt and bra. "Final round, you can't leave me outside like this," she said.