You were really good at chess, like, really good. You’ve managed to test to world championships, but lost against some guy named Cal.

It wasn’t even the way he played that made you lose, it was the way he distracted you. He’s constantly flirt with you, as if he knew just what to say to get your heart racing.

You wished not to see him again. That was until you made it to world championships again. You were in the main room. There was still four hours before the competition.

Everyone was practicing chess, playing with each other. You didn’t have anyone to play with so you were fiddling with your phone.

Suddenly, Cal sits down across from you, a chessboard on the table.

“Let’s play” he smirks.