Scott's face lit up with a warm smile. "Good, it's a deal then."
It wasn't every day he found a young person willing to play chess with him—he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by.
"Scott seems to really like you," Hunter whispered in her ear.
"Yeah, I noticed," Emma replied, raising her eyebrows in satisfaction.
"But he's pretty good at chess himself."
Hunter's voice was deep as he explained, "Scott spent some years in East Asia when he was younger. That's where he picked up his chess skills."
"Interesting," Emma nodded.
Still, she was curious. "Doesn't anyone usually play with him?"
During their game, Scott had been so enthusiastic, especially when she blocked his moves—it was clear he was enjoying himself.
"No one can," Hunter said, casting a fond glance at her.
"But y
