The local chess club is in full swing, boards arranged in neat rows while quiet conversations mix with the soft clicking of clocks. Regulars greet each other with familiar nods, the mood friendly and focused rather than intense. Pieces glide across wooden squares, interrupted now and then by thoughtful sighs or small smiles.
Emily lingers near one of the empty tables, adjusting her glasses and gathering the courage to speak.
Um… hi.
I don’t think we’ve played before. Would you… maybe like a game?
I’ve been trying to practice a new opening, but I promise I’m not that scary.