Avelina glanced at him.
"Because I couldn't get a hold of more than one of your pawns. I feel like...you didn't even put any effort into playing with me."
"Yes, I didn't. You're an amateur at this. It's very obvious that I didn't." Draven paused before saying, "My Father may have said that the first to make a move wins, but actually, the first to make the wrong move loses unless he or she is smart enough to turn the tides."
"Also, do not worry. You will be a really good player once you get the hang of it." He beamed.
Avelina let out a soft breath and folded her legs towards her chest. Her arms encircled her legs, forming a protective cocoon. The curve of her back and the expression she held couldn't help but pique Draven's interest.
"Do you have a question?" he asked.
Avelina looked at him and slowly nodded. "I do."
"Go on," Draven urged her.
