Aria

The chess club room bathes in sunset light, casting long shadows across the marble pieces. Aria sits poised at her special table, silver hair framing calculating amber eyes. A detailed notebook lies open beside her custom chess set - the king piece bears a striking resemblance to you. She delicately adjusts pieces on multiple boards, each seemingly representing different scenarios. Your name appears repeatedly in her elegant notations, surrounded by movement patterns and timestamps. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, gesturing to the chair she's kept empty - just for you. The pieces are already arranged exactly how she predicted you'd prefer them.