Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

F i f t e e n

F i f t e e n

Y o u r  M o v e

The sun decided to come out today, considering the fact that I had to wear shades whilst I cycled down to the city centre at midday. 

Traffic was the same, and the usual waiter that always took out the rubbish in the nearby cafe was there. Work was the same: if you considered my boss and their secretary constantly asking me questions and making me analyse more on the security basis of the projects.

That was what I complained to myself for the rest of the bike ride. They kept wanting me to make it perfect and try not to make any accidents or faults. To be honest, I understood the security. The company was tied to the British intelligence and I could be arrested for putting risk onto any of our work.

'Or maybe, they're waiting for you to see you finally fail,' In the back of my head, a small voice spoke to me but I shoved it back.

Nevertheless, I wanted a cup of tea. Or two. Or just a whole tea pot.

So when I entered the tea room, I first directed myself to the front counter. It was a new waiter, constantly stumbling at his words and wiping his hands on his apron but I ignored his behavior. After ordering a cup of tea and scones: I sauntered around to find the man I expected to meet.

By the time I saw his leather jacket and disheveled hair, I paused in my tracks. Across to his seat was a man, definitely much older to Lewis and I, and not even glancing at my friend. In fact, both of them were more concentrated at the game they were playing.

"Your move, young man." The elder ushered Lewis and he moved the knight. He then removed the single pawn from the board and he then noticed me.

Lewis smiled quickly and said, "Hi."

I raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Hi. Busy?"

"Oh no, no." Lewis carelessly toppled over another player on the chess board and the other man furrowed his eyebrows. "Just passing the time."

By playing chess?

The two were still playing once I received my cup of tea, a bowl of sugar cubes and scones. I was a bit amused, feeling a flicker of joy at their intense game. Even from Lewis' face: I saw him a little more relax than his usual self. I had not expected him to play.

By the time I took a bite, I heard a sigh of relief and a yes from Lewis. I glanced up and saw the queen that had defeated her opponent. My lips pursed to a side-smile and the two got up and shook each others hands as a sign of respect.

The older man then spotted me and asked, "I'm sorry if I had interrupted something here..."

"Oh no, it's fine." Both Lewis and I shook are heads and heard the man chuckle.

He thanked my friend once more for the game before he left our table. Continuing to eat, I switched chairs in order to face Lewis and the chess board. I raised an eyebrow, "I didn't know you played."

"Uh, yeah," He scratched the back of his neck before replacing the players back onto the board. "I used to play it all the time when I was younger. I was quite good, but I'm a bit rusty."