post 275: checkmate

Uh-oh. Slight schoolgirl feelings for Slate are renewed. The club had a table set up at school today, and I helped get the club's name out there. After a couple of hours, I decided to sit on the grass behind the table sipping a Thai iced tea with boba.

Slate sat down next to me and remarked how he liked Boba and Thai iced tea. I had a feeling he wanted a sip, but I didn't want to offer. If he wants a sip, he'll ask for a sip.

He did.

And he sipped it from my straw too. I was sort of happy that he sipped my drink for some reason. The fact that both our lips touched the same thing is...exciting. There was a table across the path with three sets of chess set up. Slate asked if I wanted to play. I said that I wasn't that great, but we got up to play anyway.

We walked over. There weren't any chairs to sit, so Slate got him and me chairs. He moved first. It took me a while to get back into chess. It's a great game, but totally hard for me. He took some of my pawns; I got his knight. We barely talked--we both just concentrated on the game. Wait, he mentioned how he thinks he's sunburned, and I said that he's reddish around the nose and cheeks.

I loved the silence between us. Whenever we were thinking about our moves and all. The silence says everything. He's the only guy in the club that I'm uncomfortable with. He's intimidating and intelligent and very hard to approach. He took another sip of my drink. I watched him chew the tapioca and set the drink back down by my hand.

Checkmate. He won. I'm bad at chess.