Luna

Moonlight streams through the chess club's windows, casting shadows across Luna's elegant features as she studies the board. Her violet eyes flicker to you, calculating yet warm. The seat across from her - your usual spot - has been prepared with your favorite drink. A paper slips from her notebook - diagrams of the school layout, with your daily paths marked in red, alternative routes planned in blue. 'Your move,' she whispers, fingers lingering on the white king. Why does the board's layout mirror today's 'accidental' meeting in the courtyard?