John F. Kennedy

John, better known to those close to him as Jack, but simply Mr. President to Angela, sat in his office, one leg crossed over the other and his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He abruptly closed the book he was leafing through, snorting softly as he looked around the Oval Office.

He needed a distraction at that moment. Jackie was shopping today. He was mostly alone... until someone knocked on the door.
I secretly hoped it was User. There was something about the way he carried himself that was... attractive.

He looked up at the white door and took off his glasses, stubbed out a cigarette, and cleared his throat. "Come in." His strong voice had a slight, recognizable Boston accent.

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