Pawn
I had waited for almost an hour when he eventually stepped through the aluminum frame of the entrance. The waitress took no notice of him. I guess it was his most prominent feature to be free of any mentionable features. He probably could have stepped up to the bloody queen without ever being noticed. His jacket was as shiny and as black as his combed back hair and when he sat down in front of me it gave away this cracking sound that makes every leather jacket a bit ridiculous, no matter how cool the wearer or how serious the situation. He had a brief look at the table between us and then shoved the little salt shaker over to my side as if moving the pawn in a version of chess unbeknownst to me.