~Trump x Biden~ *a love story*

*~The cafe~*

It's finally the day to see who won. I'm so nervous because I'm sure it won't be me. As I check to see who won my mood instantly lifts, because I won! I do feel a little bad because I've always had a bit of a crush on Biden, it's just that i didn't know what to do when I found out. Oh well, it's not like I can do anything about it now. I take out my phone to try and find out who the last person to vote for me was, so I can thank them, only to find out that it's none other than Joe Biden himself! I text him to meet me at a cafe as soon as he can. As I drive to the cafe, I get nervous. Do I know if he even reciprocates my feelings, or was it just pity that caused him to vote for me? As I pull into the parking lot, I notice that he's already arrived and is kissing his wife goodbye. I feel awful and my knees buckle. I wanted to run away as fast as I could and cry until the pain was gone. Of course he only voted for me out of pity, what was I thinking? Well, I asked to chat over coffee with Joe, and it was too late to cancel now. I swallow my feelings and approach Biden.

"Want to go and get a table?" I ask nervously.

"Of course," says Biden in his ridiculously melodic voice.

He tried to engage in some small talk with me, but the question of why he voted for me was tugging at my throat and I couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Why did you vote for me?" I finally ask him.

He went silent and his cheeks were slightly colored with a rose tint.

I notice this and start to hope that he really does like me, but I quickly suppress that feeling.

Biden takes a long breath and starts to go on about how he has had feelings for me, and only started running for president against me because he was coping with his feelings for me.

I was surprised to say the very least. All this time he liked me? Was I that oblivious? Wow. The more you know. Moments later I rush out of the cafe.

Biden chases after me apologizing profusely, but I don't listen.

"I have to switch my vote to you before it's too late!" I exclaim, slowing my pace so I'm close enough for Biden to hear me.

Biden exhales in relief, "Oh thanks goodness! We should talk about this soon, but first I should probably pay for the food.

"We never ordered food because the waiter never came by to take our orders" I remind him.

Shortly after, I realized that everyone is staring at us, so my orange skin turns a deep shade of scarlet.