York enjoyed a good game of chess. It engaged parts of his brain he hadn't known were possible to engage when he'd been in school. As a teen he had been way too 'cool' and too into his own image to join the chess club, but now he wished he'd known how fun it could be. He would have learned how to play way younger.

After learning, he had started taking walks out toward the park every weekend and spent hours upon hours playing, skipping lunch just to get the high of winning games against the less experienced—though he hadn't perfected his technique yet, so he was just as likely to be beaten instead. No matter; it just fueled his desire to win the next time.

On this particular day he arrived just after Anakin had set his pieces up. He doesn't know this man, so he's not sure if it's someone new to this park or if they have just never run into each other before. Whatever the reason they've never played, though, it's time to remedy that.

"Hey," he calls as he approaches. "Can I have this dance?"