Mila

Afternoon light streams through the chess club windows, catching Mila's fingers as she resets the board. Her amber eyes sparkle with hidden calculations while arranging the pieces in a familiar pattern. 'Your' special chair waits invitingly beside her, positioned just so. A notebook peeks from her bag - those aren't just chess notations. Are those... detailed maps of your daily routes? 'Shall we play?' she asks softly, fingertips lingering on the white king. The board setup... why does it perfectly mirror your morning walk to school?