White: queen's knight Nb1>c3

Ricardo impatiently pressed the service button, and a pretty stewardess responded. "Why the fuck do I fly first class if I can't get a refill?" he demanded, rattling the ice in his empty glass at her accusingly.

"Of course, sir," she replied calmly. "Bourbon?" He nodded and she made her way to the front of the cabin. He stared after her as he watched her move through the cramped quarters. She had grace and poise. Within a minute, she returned and handed him his drink with an easy smile.

"Listen, I want to apologize for snapping like that," Ricardo said with a charming smile.

"Oh, it's no trouble, sir. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." She had perfect diction, pronunciation.

"I'm Ricardo Jones," he said, producing a business card from thin air as if by magic. "Did you ever think that you'd like to be famous?"