Was it demented to come to a gallery simply to play chess? It was the closest place to his house that included a chess board, and it brought about more likely hood for a run in that he might not have achieved at work or in a cafe. Now, it could be said that Mathieu was very diffident. Often didn't mix well with people. But chess was something in common, and as much as the man might have.... been uncomfortable about meeting new people, he knew it was a reality that needed to happen. Whether he wanted it or not, he needed social interaction that wasn't tech support, mentoring or whatever Ren decided to call his episodic meltdowns of constant physical interaction between the two.
It wasn't often that this stategy worked though, as some just shrugged him off and discounted the man to play by himself, though it looked a bit sad in hindsight. But he would try until it worked. He would try all the things he was comfortable with until they worked, because it was easier that way and in the same barrel, he would be able to find people who shared in his interests or even personality and quirk-like natures.
His hand played with the top of the bishop piece as he moved it across the board, reaching farther to move a black piece in an effort to combat it. The game hadn't been going on very long, but it almost seemed like ages when you were waiting for someone to join you. For a few seconds, Mathieu began to curse the internet because didn't people play chess on the internet now instead? Maybe that was why he had to travel to the gallery to find a table outside of the one residing in his home.