"So, have you gotten your lunch box?"
"Yes, Mom."
"What about your mineral water?"
"Here."
"The chessboard?"
"Bagas would bring one for me."
"Good. Phone?"
"It is prohibited to bring one to the venue."
"At least leave it to Bagas during your game. You can tell me the result directly after the day is over."
"Sure, Mom."
"Don't roll your eyes at me, Young Man!"
Sheva couldn't help but sigh again, somehow feeling exhausted even before the tournament started. Yeah, this was the day that he had been waiting for, and yet, here he was, getting nagged by his mom while she tried to fix the imaginary mess on his collar. Honestly, while he appreciated the gesture, it was a bit too much, especially since the game itself was just a few blocks from their home.
