The room fills with the silence of multiple royal courts hustling noiselessly around checkered floors. While queens glide gracefully in every direction and knights gallop forwards, backwards or side-to-side on their ever-noble steeds, kings keep their movements around the floor to a minimum.
Men quietly observe the ongoing dance but this is nothing new. It is, after all, Tuesday night. The night the Noble Knights Chess Club takes over the Barnes and Noble café.
A man in a cowboy hat stands on the sidelines, eyeing the action. After a few moments he approaches the nearest table with a cautious curiosity. A game has just ended and it’s apparent he wants in. The two men at the table—who, like him, look more than a few years past retirement—sense his interest and invite him to play. The man in the cowboy hat is reluctant to accept.
“It’s been awhile,” he admits.
The two men assure him that’s okay and insist he play the winner: the man in a yellow plaid short-sleeved shirt. After a little more cajoling and some gentle coercing, the man in the cowboy hat finally accepts.
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