Black: king's pawn e7>e5

Michelle's eyes strained against the gathering dusk as she searched in vain for her school. Suddenly a young black man appeared at the side of the road. She pulled up beside him and rolled down the window. "Pardon me? I'm looking for Lincoln College. Do you know where that is?"

"Hey, you want to give me a ride?" he asked, his smile full of yellow teeth. "Come on, let me in."

"Uh..." Michelle hesitated, but remembered that here in the Deep South everyone was probably really friendly and forward like this. It would be wrong to impose her expectations on the local people. In fact, her racist parents would disapprove of her even speaking to a strange black man on a secluded country road. "Okay!" Michelle unlocked her door and the stranger shuffled around her vehicle and slid in next to her. She assured herself she wouldn't regret it.

"You got a nice car here," he observed. "You a real pretty girl, too."

"Thanks," Michelle replied warily. "So, where are we going?"

"Staight ahead." She put the engine in gear and they rolled through the darkness in silence for a moment before the stranger continued. "You got a funny accent. Where you from?"

"Canada," Michelle smirked. "Ever heard of it?"

"Ain't that downriver aways?" he drawled, a gleam in his eye. "Turn here."