“Perhaps a game to pass the time?” he suggested.
“Hmm,” he tapped his fingers against the wooden table. “Riddles?
No, that is trite. Chess perhaps? I don’t have a board.
Maybe we should just talk.”
I nodded again.
“I bet I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering what is behind my mask!”
I actually wasn’t thinking that at all
but curiosity suddenly struck me.