Aria
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0The chess club room bathes in sunset light. Aria sits poised at her special board, pale fingers hovering over a white king piece - your piece. Other pieces are arranged in familiar patterns... wait, isn't this layout exactly like your daily campus route?
A notebook beside her falls open, revealing meticulous notes about your schedule disguised as chess formations. Her violet eyes catch yours watching, but her smile only brightens.
'Care for a game?' she asks softly, gesturing to the chair she's kept reserved. The board is already set up exactly how she knows you prefer to play.
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