A game I can't lose

Checkmate

The only way you can win in chess is when the King is outnumbered, unable to get out.

So who's more important?

The King who must be protected or the Queen who can move anywhere?

There's a phrase, that can be associated not just with chess.

Don't blame the player, blame the game.

Does that work in love?

Can love be considered a game?

Jordan didn't know. Maybe she didn't want want to know half ten at night.

The two old men were back. Sitting in a  different place, wearing different outfits but their faces were still recognisable.

Still playing chess.
The less chippier chap won, face fragmented into surprise.
Maybe he didn't usually win, maybe he was lucky.

Jordan hadn't been in her place of birth for a year.
Not much had changed.
The chairs in the restaurant had shifted she was sure and the smell was more of a fresh breath, than the lung stifling aroma of coffee and shisha.

The men weren't smoking. No, one was on a diet, other had become a grandfather and wanted to live a bit longer for his grandchild.

As for Jordan...she didn't know what the truth would hold. She was only 23. Yet so much had happened in her life.

Looking across to the other side of the room, an anxious looking man was fidgety, waiting for his date to show up.

When she did, the man couldn't help but give a sigh of relief.
Why?
"I thought you wouldn't come."

Jordan gave a small smile before turning her head away. Ah, love.

Was she in love? Jordan hoped so.

Her phone went off. Looking to her device, she saw the message:

💓Pughy💗
Hey might be late a couple of minutes,
see you soon xx

In twelve months, a lot had changed. This time last year, Jordan was a grieving mess who was scared of change.
Fast forward and Jordan wasn't going to lie, she was still healing, but she was getting there. Change didn't really faze her anymore.

"Hey!" Jordan looked up, seeing her soon to be wife.
Wow, she never thought she'd say that.
"Oh hey! You're not late! Oh you look amazing!"
Mal blushed. "You always say that."
Jordan shrugged. "That's the truth."

"So..." Jordan picked up the menu , "...what would you like to eat?"

Maybe this was game Jordan would be playing for the rest of her life.

But it's the one she can't ever lose.

THE END