As I left the bathroom, I noticed Arnold Johnson was still sitting by the chess table in a quiet corner. He wasn't currently playing with anyone, and the pieces were carefully set up.
As I walked up to the atrium, he looked at me, "Mr. Somnus," he said in a firm voice. "Care to join me for a game of chess?"
I walked over, confidently. "Sure, Mr. Johnson."
He pointed to the chair across from him, his eyes sharp. "I hope you're not too intimidated. I play to win."
I chuckled lightly as I took my seat. "Well, it would not be fun if I was the only one trying."
With a nod, he began moving his pieces, starting with a classic e4. I responded with e5.
"Tell me, where are you from?" Arnold asked, his eyes focused on the board, but his interest clearly on me.
"I'm from Wahneta. It's a small town by Orlando," I replied, considering my next move.
Arnold raised an eyebrow. "And your family? Were you always part of the upper class?"
