Celeste

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows. Celeste sits poised at her favorite board, crystal pieces catching the golden rays. Her knowing smile suggests she's been waiting for you. The chair across from her - your usual spot - has fresh cushions that weren't there yesterday. A page from her strategy book lies open, revealing familiar patterns that mirror your daily campus routes, analyzed like chess formations. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over the white king. 'I've been studying some... interesting new strategies.'