The little war inside her head was heating up.
Ivana Bennett got up in frustration, sat on the bed and thought for a while, but she absolutely couldn't make a decision.
"Anyway, it's still early, I'll think about it tonight, let's do something else first."
She got up, picked up her pen to sketch a design, but was unable to draw anything at all.
Seeing a coin in the pen holder on the table, Ivana reached out and took it.
"If it lands on heads, I'll go, and if it's tails, I won't!"
She took the coin, pressed it down with her finger, gave a light flick, and it started spinning on the table.
Ivana nervously watched the coin, her hands unconsciously clenched tight.
As the coin spun faster and faster...
It spun right to the edge of the table and fell off.
She hurried to follow it, but saw the coin roll under the bed, coming to a stop nestled in a corner.
