Duration: 10:30
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Submitted: 2 weeks ago
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Reina keeps lining up the pieces, convinced this time will be different.
It never is.
Another quick loss.
Then another.
Her smile fades a little more each round until she finally drops back in her chair, arms crossed, cheeks warm with frustration. She wanted just one win. Just once. When he suggests one more game, she shakes her head and turns away, staring at the wall like she’s done playing forever.
The room goes quiet.
He scoots closer. Says sorry. Soft at first. Then closer still, brushing against her back, fingers light on her waist like he knows exactly what will calm her down. Reina tries to stay annoyed, but it slips fast. Her shoulders relax. She glances over at him.
That look says everything.
Chess can wait.
He leans in, making it up to her the only way he knows how, and pretty soon she’s not thinking about losing anymore.