"Let's have a good game." Sheva offered a handshake the moment he sat on his chair.
Arjun, who had been there earlier, nodded slightly as he replied in a barely whisper, "Yes, let's have a good game…"
It was five minutes before the game began, and Sheva was already in the venue, sitting straight next to his opponent. They spent the time there in an awkward silence, as Arjun himself was not the most talkative person in the community.
Hell, all of Sheva's interaction with the boy was only when they were with Pragg, as that Indian prodigy was the definition of a social butterfly. Now that the middleman was not here, they were back to basics again, acting like they were just strangers and didn't know each other at all.
Sheva also turned his gaze around, taking a look at the matchup today.
"Peter Svidler is going to face Nils Grandelius, huh? Let's just hope that the local hero doesn't fail today." He couldn't help but mutter.
