"It's so beautiful," Jennifer breathed as she stared out of the window, Benny joining her side.
"Is it?" He asked furrowing his brows at the view of another hotel.
"Well... no but, shut up," she scoffed turning around.
"You remember when we first met?" He asked making her twist around to see him "And we were strictly just friends? Did you feel anything then?"
"What do you mean?"
"Did you like me then?"
"...uh," she thought for a second unsure about her answer "I don't know, I didn't acknowledge anything I felt towards you for most of that friendship,"
"Why?"
"Why, do you ask so many questions about the past?"
"It was only two years ago,"
"Yes Benny, years. Now practise for your matches tomorrow,"
"What? So you can go and drink in the other room?" She looked at him, a sharp gaze.
"What?" She asked sternly,
"It's true, I know that's what you do when I'm practising,"
"Benny," she warned
"Hey, you said you would stop drinking,"
"Would you shut up and practise?" It was quiet for a second while the two stared at each other.
"...fine," he finished "But if I can taste a drop of beer when we-"
"Benny," she shot.
"Going," he finished pulling the chess board from his bag. Jennifer watched him leave the bedroom going to the living room. Leaving her in peace.
"That fucker," she whispered sitting down onto the bed and brining the telephone to her side and dialling a set of familiar numbers.
"Hello?" The voice asked,
"Hello Stan,"
"Jenny, where the hell have you been?"
"Uh, I'm in the Soviet Union,"
"Why?"
"With Benny, he has tournaments and bought me with him,"
"No kissing," he warned, a smile in his voice.
"What my boyfriend of two years? Far too early," she joked,
"How are things with you two anyways... you know after the whole-"
"Good," she interrupted "Yeah everything fine... now,"
"Is there anything still," there was a silent pause "Weird?"
"No, as I said. Everything is fine,"
"Are you sure? You sound odd,"
"It's just a sensitive topic. That's all,"
"...okay. Well it had been two years. Still no ring?"
"No," she smiled "I don't think we will, it's too... permanent. And especially with everything that happened, I don't think permanent is something we need,"
"Shame. Mom loves weddings. She could barley keep herself together when I told her I was marrying Shelia,"
"When is the wedding again?" She asked slowly,
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One Game | Benny Watts
Fiksi Penggemar"Such a foolish reason I'm afraid, I just wanted to kiss you," she shrugged. Benny went quiet thinking for a second about his next move... She's just like a game of chess, Benny thought, except it's blind chess and you have no clue who you're agains...
