Flower sat still, observing both Anthony and Horatio who were playing chess, from Horatio's point of view. Analyzing each and every movement which each and every chess piece took penetratingly with her adorable eyes.
Of course Flower knew perfectly well how to play chess, she was extremely good at it, even good was an understatement, she was rather absolutely wonderful at playing it. Back then Julius was the one who thought her how to play the chess game, however as time goes on, she became even better than him at it at some point.
Currently looking at the chessboard and every move that had already been made on it, and how the pieces were scattered around the chessboard, she looked at Horatio's chess pieces which was the white pieces, and at Anthony's own too which was the black pieces.
