The next Wednesday we met again at the food court. This time we sat closer to the corner. Two guys were sitting next to our table, an elderly man and a younger bloke. But they were not talking to each other. There was anticipation, nervousness. A few more guys joined them. Two of them sat across from one another. Others stood around them, watching. More guys came. By this time the group was a mixture of guys between twenty-something to seventy-something, from various racial backgrounds. They watched the two sitting guys intently, their faces dead serious. There were no pleasantries, no chit-chat. The air was tense. At one point there were shouts and exclamations, in many languages. Then everybody moved, very quickly (including the seventy-somethings). They stood up, barked a few words at each other, changed seats, and banged things on the table. All these in a few seconds, and then all was quiet again.
At around five-thirty I had to leave my friends to go to work. I stood up and had a better look at the group and wondered "How could playing chess be so damn intense???"
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