White: king's pawn e2>e4

A young couple wandered into Doc Jumbia's shop and looked around. The man, his short cropped brown hair hidden under a Chicago Cubs ballcap, sniffed at the air disapprovingly. "Whew, musty."

His girlfriend, Jessica Swansen, wore a white tank top and shear white skirt, her long blonde hair bundled into a ponytail. "Jeremy, what is this place?" she wondered aloud.

"A museum of oddities..." Jeremy replied, only semi-joking, before noticing the old man peering into a bauble. "Oh, hey, bro," he called out. "Nice shop."

"Greetings, strangers," Jumbia said in a cajun accent, glancing at Jeremy and letting his eyes fall on his lovely companion. "It is more than a shop; it's a sort of refuge. And you are most welcome." Jessica smiled, blushing slightly though she did not know why. "I am Doc Jumbia."

"Doc, like a witch doctor?" she ventured.

"Yeah, I'm Jeremy, this here's Jess," her boyfriend interrupted. "We're down on holidays, just taking in the southern hospitality. Hey, you know where we can find a bank machine?"