Checkmate

There are quite a few library regulars that I have come to know and love. The most interesting character I've encountered is Chess Man, a white male in his late 40s or early 50s. Chess Man always sits in the same seat, always wears the super-awkward looking library headphones, and, as his name implies, always plays chess on his computer. Lately, I've noticed that Chess Man has been rubbing his hands together. A lot. Either he's (1) cold and trying to keep his hands warm, (2) physically anticipating his next chess move, (3) about to receive $1 million in cold, hard cash, or (4) starting an invisible fire. Probably all of the above.