Random Short Stuff

Golden Coin

I shift the golden coin from finger to finger; swing it around on the little coffee table.  I've been waiting here for half an hour now, he's late. I knew I shouldn’t have come here, I told- 
A sudden noise cut my thoughts. A man wearing big tattered coat long enough to hide his knees, approach in front of me, moving the opposite chair in order to sit on it.
He took a minute to eye me, "you look awful" he stated.

"An 'I'm sorry for being late' could’ve worked too, you know" 

He rolled his eyes, "I brought the papers".
I straighten in my sit "And?" I asked, leaning forward.
He placed the brief case he held in his hand on the table, opened it and handed me the files.
"It's real" he claimed as I grabed them from his hand, "the photograph isn’t a fake either". I gasped, looking at the first page with wide eyes "that can't be true. You must've gotten it wrong" I felt panic rush through my veins with the help of my raising heartbeat. "I gave it to professionals in the field, didn’t check it myself". I slumped back into my chair, cursing underneath my breath.

"If you tell me what this is all about, I might be more useful" he pointed out, trying to sound casual but I knew he was curious from the start.
I stayed put, covering my eyes with my hand, then rubbing them in frustration. "As I thought" he mumbled. Another moment of silence passed and the man now stood up and made his way around the small table.
"Thank you" I forced out, not glancing up at him when he stopped next to me. "You can still call me anytime, you know" he put his hand on my shoulder "It's good to see you - I haven’t seen you since the funeral" he add. I knew this was coming, "I know" I sigh.