Now You See Me Imagines

Tails Mine, Heads Yours (Jack Wilder)

"Imagine...": Meeting Jack while playing "tails left, heads right".

You walked aimlessly through the streets of New York. Your destination was not very specific as you were playing the "tails left, heads right" game with yourself. After turning a corner, you flipped the coin. Left you turned. You flipped again. Right this time. After a few more flips, you were walking through Central Park.

"One last flip," you muttered to yourself as your eyes darted between the Nature Observatory and Shakespeare Garden. You flung the quarter high in the air, watching it with anticipation as it flipped over itself again and again.

Just when the quarter began its descend downward, a hand flung out above your face, grabbing the shiny object out of the air.

"Hey!" you yelled, your head snapping into its proper position. Your eyes locked on a pair of dark chocolate brown eyes. The man standing in front of you had a boyish face, and an even more boyish grin plastered across is, showing you a set of perfect white teeth.

"You play that game, too?" the man asked, the Adam's apple in his throat bobbing as he rolled the coin between his fingers expertly.

"Tails left, heads right?" you questioned, the smirk on his face making your own lips for a side smile.

He nodded. "I prefer tails right, heads left but same concept," he chuckled, meeting your eyes. He held out his hand. "I'm Jack."

You studied him for a moment, taking in the all black outfit he wore, complete with a black leather jacket. You wondered how someone could wear such an outfit in the unusually warm New York weather. Snapping yourself out of your study, you extended your hand. "(Y/N)."

His fingers latched around your hand, slightly pulling you closer to him. You felt the hard material of the quarter in his palm, taking it with you as you extracted your hand from his group.

Jack smiled at you lightly. "Is that your lucky quarter or something?" he joked, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and shoving the other into a back pocket.

You bit your bottom lip as you tried to hide your smile. "It is now," you spoke, the words rolling off your tongue with more confidence than you ever remembered speaking.

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously as Jack looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. "I love a girl who isn't afraid to speak her mind," he laughed.

Jack's laugh made you laugh, the action relaxing your body. "So, which did you get?" you asked him, holding up your quarter.

Jack shrugged, his hands extending in a "Who knows?" motion. "I didn't get a chance to toss it. I saw you and just had to stop your choice, just in case you were extremely religious about finishing your game."

Again, you laughed. You could not remember the last time you felt your chest heave so much with laughter. "I can't decide if I want to slap you for being such a flirt or let you drag me along with you on your journey."

Now, Jack laughed at your joke. "I'm hoping it's neither and you let me take you somewhere."

"Like a date?" you blurted, possibly too quickly.

"If you want to call it that," he blushed, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.

You looked down at your feet as one absentmindedly drew invisible circles in the grass, the green blades bouncing back up with each passing. The quarter rolled between your fingers, your mind thinking about how long you should wait to give him an answer.

You looked back up at Jack whose own head was tilted downward as he played with a quarter of his own. He was biting his own lip, his nerves showing.

"I'll make you a deal," you said, Jack's head shooting up to look at you. His eyes widened in anticipation for what you may say. "Tails yes, heads no."

Jack smirked. "How about tails my apartment for takeout of your choice, and heads your apartment for takeout of your choice?"

You smiled, this game become your favorite already. "My choice of food either way? I'm game!" you exclaimed, your quarter soaring into the air just as a light breeze blew across your face.

This time, Jack let you catch it. You flipped it onto the back of your hand, showing it to Jack.

"So, what would you like for your first meal at the House of Jack?" Jack smiled, rubbing his hands together.

You smiled at him, grateful to not be going to your tornado-torn apartment. "I love pizza," you told him.

"Wow, you already know the key to my heart," he winked, taking your hand in his as the two of you begun walking.

"Oh, I know the way to more than just a man's heart," you winked back, but quickly threw a hand over your mouth and mentally cursing yourself for saying something so utterly stupid.

Even so, Jack laughed. "Not that I don't want to, but I'm hoping to keep you around much, much longer than one night."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. It was as though it had grown wings like a butterfly, flapping those wings furiously to escape and land in Jack's rough hands.

"What?" Jack asked you. "Did I say something weirder than you?"

You shook your head, a blush creeping up from the base of your neck. "No, of course not! Your weirdness doesn't beat mine."

"Stick around. You'll see some pretty weird things!" Jack said, kicking a rock off to the side of the grass when you reached the pavement.

You giggled, enjoying the feeling of another's company. It had been months since you held a conversation with someone for longer than five minutes, and you planned on savoring every second. "So, Jack."

"So, (Y/N)," he echoed, flashing a grin at you.

"Tell me something you love."

He took a quick glance at you, scratching the back of his head. "Magic," he threw out.

You gasped, coming to a quick halt. "Me too!"

"Oh, this is going to be the beginning to something great!" Jack smiled, wrapping his arms around you in a strong hug that you never wanted to leave.