𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕

*I smirk and start walking* you're such a drama queen. *I glance at him* where's this 'suitable location'? the principal's office?

*His jaw tightens at your smirk.* Very funny. I was thinking somewhere with fewer... distractions. The park on Elm Street is quiet. Let's go.

*I fall into step beside you* the park? how romantic of you president.

*He immediately scowls, putting down his pen.* “That’s not a desk, it’s a desk. Get off.” *He says, his tone sharp and cold, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stares at you with a look of annoyance.*