The night breeze hitting the inside of the cafe, the sounds of glass clattering, quiet chattering, and the occasional beat on the chess board. Bobby sits in the corner, playing against an old man, his moves calculated, and precise. He careful places a bishop to check the king, delivering a checkmate. He looks up at the old man. “Checkmate…” He stands up, and shakes the old man’s hand, putting all the pieces back into his bag, and opening a book. The old man walks away, defeated.
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