With the skidding of tires and the warm sun on his face, Sebastian awoke feeling rather well rested. He sat up and stretched as the plane came to a stop and passengers started to leave. He quickly followed behind them, weaving through the crowd as quickly as he could. He hadn’t eaten at all last night, so he was ready to eat a nice big plate of literally anything right now. Not to mention he finally had some money to back himself up. He was going to treat himself and go somewhere new.

After going through the complications of airport security, and being searched, and people asking why he didn’t have a bag, and more searching, he finally made his way out the doors and back into the city. He had rather mixed feelings about being back, granted he was home so it felt good, but man it felt way better to be in a place where he could actually have some fun. But since he didn’t have to work today or tomorrow, he decided he might as well explore the city a little more and get something to eat while he could.

He wandered for a while before he decided it was time to fill the ever growing void in his stomach. At times like this, he always left things to chance. He pulled a coin from his pocket and looked around, eyeing two rather fancy looking restaurants.

[color=Crimson]“Heads, the fancy one. Tails, the fancier one.”[/color] He muttered to himself as he flipped the coin. As the coin spun in the air, it seemed to shift a little. As Sebastian went to catch it, it bounced off his hand and started rolling down the street. [color=Crimson]“You gotta be kidding me…”[/color] He exclaimed as he started following it. The coin weaved its way through the legs of people making their way down the street. For a moment Sebastion considered whether to follow the coin or not. He had plenty of money, so one coin didn’t really matter. Plus, chasing it down is so much effort, like is it really worth it? He let out a sigh and started to follow it down the street.

[color=Crimson]“You don’t have money if you let it get away”[/color] He muttered as he chased the coin down the street. As it swerved and turned, it almost seemed to have a mind of its own. Sebastian cursed the little metallic trouble maker as he did his best to keep it in line of sight. Soon enough though, it collided with a step and fell flat on its face. [color=Crimson]“Serves you right”[/color] He muttered as he grabbed the coin and wiped it off. He glanced around for a moment, not entirely sure where he had wound up after his dramatic chase scene. The street was unfamiliar, but the scent of coffee and food captivated his attention. He looked back to see that the step the coin had collided with lead into a coffee shop. The name on the sign read Populi ex Machina.

[color=Crimson]“A rather foreboding name.”[/color] He muttered, it seemed that his lessons in Latin hadn’t quite left him yet. But the place looked pretty homey, the kind of place one might take their mother for a meeting in the city. Sebastian was hungry though and didn’t want to find another place. Not to mention he had always been a bit of a superstitious type. He glanced down to the coin as he walked into the shop. [color=Crimson]“Most coins stick to a heads or tails answer you know, I don’t appreciate the sass”[/color] He pocketed the coin as he sat at a table, grabbing a menu and looking it over. His stomach grumbled loud as the thought of food took over his mind. He carefully studied the menu and waited, not totally certain if someone would come to take his order or if he had to give it himself.