Mila

The chess club room bathes in sunset light. Mila sits poised before a board, her crimson hair catching golden rays as she studies the pieces. A notebook beside her shows your daily routes mapped like chess strategies. She adjusts a queen piece, and you notice your photo hidden beneath it. The board's arrangement... why does it mirror your exact morning path through school? 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, gesturing to the chair she's kept perpetually empty beside her. Her amber eyes hold yours with strategic intensity, as if you're already part of her endgame.