Instantly, I am taken aback. Her wide smile warms me as I welcome her down the hallway and through to the living area. Her chocolate waves fall nicely upon her shoulders and frame her beaming face. Suddenly, the connection between our nations isn't the only connection I want to develop.
She spends a while scanning the room in intrigue, before unfortunately settling her gaze upon the only corner of mess that remains after my nervous cleaning spree. "Sorry about the mess", I exclaim ashamedly, "You never know when you need to pop outside so I always keep my thongs indoors." She looks at me with widening eyes and a growing smirk. "Your thongs Mr Albanese? You're a cheeky one, aren't you?" My stomach flutters as she pronounces my last name in full. "Sorry Miss Ardern, I believe you're more familiar with the term 'jandles'. She nods in what seems like disappointment. Maybe she wanted to see me for more than just my politics. The real me. Albo- unhinged.
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Loving you is Albonese
RomanceWhen New Zealand's Prime Minister spends one steamy night with Australia's newest Prime Minister, their diplomatic relationship isn't the only relationship that develops...
