Caius was embarrassed, but he didn't realize that was what he was feeling. He felt strange and noticed he couldn't look Rose in the face. He thought it shouldn't be such a big deal. He had simply done this on a whim, and at the time, it had seemed like a brilliant idea. But now that she was here, Caius was unsure—and this bothered him. He was rarely unsure.
"The table," he said, realizing she had been standing by his side for quite some time. "Get what's on it."
She turned at his order, looking towards the table. For a moment, she didn't move, and Caius wondered what expression she had on her face.
Rose could scarcely believe her eyes, and she was moving towards the table before she even knew it. It was a chessboard, complete with chess pieces. They had all been placed properly. Rose stopped in front of the table as she realized something—chess wasn't a game she could play alone.
