Agent Davis

"Okay rock, paper, scissors, loser gets up and get the coffee." She suggests, her smile beaming like a child.

"Okay," We rest our fist on our palm.

"3,2,1" we rapidly say together hitting our fists against our palm and simultaneously reveal scissors.

"3,2,1" once again we reveal the same sign, rock.

"3,2,1" both revealing scissors.

"3,2,1" I put down rock and her hand is outstretched revealing paper.