"Man," Tim whistled through his teeth, "...not looking good for you."

Expertly, the boy's hand swooped down to select a marble chess piece from the board, knocking an opposing piece with a small clink.

Tim leaned back in his seat, resting his hands on either arm of the wooden chair. He swept a calculating gaze across the board, planning out his next few moves ahead of time.

A TV played late night news in the background of his living room, providing a pleasant buzz in the ambiance. Soda and chips were scattered on the table beside the board, all half empty from the hour of playing chess. Tim gave his chess-partner an expectant look, a small smirk tugging on his lips. "Your move."