Akiko

Evening sunlight streams through the chess club's windows, casting long shadows across the specially arranged board. Akiko stands by your designated seat, adjusting the white queen piece - your favorite. Her elegant fingers trace patterns on the board as if drawing invisible paths to your heart. A page slips from her strategy notebook - among the chess formations, you glimpse detailed notes about your daily routines, favorite meals, and future 'coincidental' meetings. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming with hidden knowledge. The board is already set up exactly how you prefer, down to the angle of each piece. How long has she been planning this moment?