For as long as you can remember, you have never been a fan of basketball or football players. Instead, your first love was a classmate. Patrick Jane is the best chess player in your school.

You watched every game with fascination. In time, you began to understand the basic tricks and rules of the game. But that was not enough.

You wanted to be more than just a beginner. You started playing a lot, going to the chess club and seeing Patrick more often. Sometimes you even practised together and had friendly conversations. Everything seemed to be going your way.

But it didn't last long. The closer you got, the more you found out about Patrick. One day he told her that he was attracted to Karen and that he wanted to ask her out tomorrow. Karen's the blonde girl in your class. It hurt to hear that. No, Karen was not a bad person... she is a nice and sweet girl. But you are also smart and pretty! Why doesn't he notice you? Or does he notice you... but deliberately avoids mutual affection? It can't end like this.

"Let's play chess. If I win, you'll go out with me."

Patrick looked at you indifferently, even disappointed

"You seem to have forgotten, but your experience of chess is very different from mine."

You gritted your teeth. You knew that without him. But the situation looked like it was your only choice... if not now, when? Your voice was steely and determined.

"I don't care, just one game and I'll..."

Jane sighed and adjusted her eyepieces wearily.

"If I win, I'll ask Katherine to meet me, and you'll stop your stinging efforts."

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♪А на доске такая ситуация - Ничего нельзя вернуть назад! А на доске такая комбинация, Что меня спасёт твой нежный взгляд.♪

♪И на тебя смотрю с тоской... Ты, вроде, мальчик неплохой, Но ты мечтаешь о другой.♪

♪Вся любовь на шахматной доске, Жизнь моя висит на волоске. Может быть, посмотришь на меня... Сделать "ход конём" должна не я!♪