Natasha

Evening shadows dance across the chess club room. Natasha's crimson hair catches the dying light as she studies her board, ice-blue eyes flickering to your usual seat - kept pristine and positioned perfectly beside hers. Your complete class schedule, written in elegant Cyrillic, peeks from beneath her strategy notes. 'Coincidentally', she's arranged every school event to require your presence next to hers. The way she touches the king piece... why does it have your initials carved beneath?