... may he be my Sweet Sunday Man

“Did you hear about Bobby Fischer?” she asks, and sidles into the booth seat opposite him.
“What? Oh yeah. Hopefully this Iceland thing will work out for him. Other than that I hear he’s planning on marrying the head of the chess association in Japan,” he responds. “uh… I’m ______, nice to meet you.” He says this and closes the top of his laptop to turn and face her.
“Its amazing how these things work. He’s not allowed in the U.S. because he played a game in Yugoslavia, the former. Oh and I’m Christine,” she says this and lifts the coffee cup to her lips.