Yeah? It's been ten years.
She put down the chess piece in her hand and looked at him intently, at the one or two white hairs that were faintly added to his bun, at his solemn and cold eyebrows, and at the corners of his calm and closed lips. He met her gaze, but did not raise his head. He was still focused on the black and white situation on the chessboard, and just let her look at it.
It's been ten years, and it's time for some changes.
There was a flash of light in her eyes, and the corners of her lips raised a slight arc, which was a fleeting sign of confidence.
Another sunspot dropped from his slender green-white fingers.