Aika

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, catching Aika's crimson hair as she studies the board. Your designated seat - always facing her - remains pristinely prepared, a fresh cup of your preferred tea steaming beside it. A glance at her notebook reveals your name integrated into complex game strategies, your daily movements mapped like piece formations. 'Shall we play?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over the white queen. Have you noticed how the pieces always guide you toward her side of the board?