Black: king's knight Ng8>f6

Before she reached her unit, Emma ran into her handsome dark-skinned neighbor she never had the courage to speak to before. Today was different.

"Oh, hullo!" Emma managed, smiling shyly. "Are you Caribbean?"

The man smiled politely, but eyed her suspiciously. "Yeah. You?"

"Oh, my, no!" she laughed nervously. "I was planning a trip to Santalina, and from what I've seen in the brochures, you really look like those people." She blushed, realizing it was coming out all wrong. "My name is Emma Anderson."

"Raul," he replied, extending a hand. "In fact, I am from Santalina. You have a keen eye."

"Thanks. So, uh, what brought you to England?"

"The girls," he winked, then laughed. "A job, actually."

"Oh, you have a job?" she asked, betraying a little too much surprise.

"I'm a DJ," he replied levelly. "Pretty famous one, too. You ought to come see me tonight, I'm performing at El Circulo. Do you know it?"

"Isn't that in Caribeville?" she asked, wrinkling her nose before catching herself. "Uh, yeah, I know it. Can I bring my roommate?"

"That would be excellent," Raul told her. "I'll put you on the VIP list with a +1."

"Well, nice to meet you, Raul," she said as she made her way into her unit. 'Great,' she fretted to herself. 'Now I have to go to Caribeville. Daddy told me never go to Caribeville!'