“And another draw.”

Casper’s hand moved on the board, easily cornering your king piece. You gritted your teeth, but congratulated yourself on one thing—he looked no happier than you. Two draws, one stalemate, and no wins in six hours. This was rather upsetting and these almost-losses slightly bashed his ego, though he would never admit it. But you knew; watching his concentrated expression, his tousled hair, his glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose. You knew he was annoyed and upset. When he noticed your eyes lingering on his face, he raised his head just slightly and smirked.

What a bastard.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, as you picked up your water bottle beside your feet and took a swig. Casper’s attention was now focused on setting up the board, again, for the next round.

You watched the pieces move into place, and rolled your eyes to yourself. The sky was dimming outside, and the library was closing in—you glanced at your phone—a little over two hours.

You had to win this round; if you didn’t, Casper would be teasing you about it for the next few damn years.