dave strider x Barack Obama

OBAMA?!

[Holy fuck i wrote the first half of this in 2022... so if there is any inconsistencies anywhere im sorry?? another note im not a drunk driver but i am a drunk wrighter so sorry if i fuck up here and there!!]
Dave was in a state of shock it's- it's Obama! His idol, "I'm- uh top floor" he has to keep cool this is Obama we're talking about... He's talking so casually with Obama oh my god
"We were actually going up there but we were told that the resident was not home at the moment so we have some time to spare, right Michelle?"
"Yes. Quite a lot of time to spare" damn Michelle Obama too?
"Ah- That is if you don't mind, young man" His voice was comforting, it encompassed Dave in warmth.
"Oh of course. In fact it'd be an honor sir and ma'am" Dave was absolutely flattered. 
"Please just call me either Obama or Barack- Do you mind me inquiring what your name is?"
"Dave. Dave Strider" Dave was trying so hard to keep his cool... Surprisingly it was working. Obama stuck his hand towards the cool dude. Dave and Obama shook hands.
This was a very important moment for Dave. I mean how would you feel if you shook hands with Obama?! He even offered the handshake! How special would you feel? Then times that by like ten because remember Dave idolises Obama. That hand might not get washed for a few days after this.
" Well let us all  ride the elevator" Michelle suggested however unbeknownst to her and Obama "I cannot imagine walking up that many stairs".
"Yeah. It wouldn't be ideal" Dave rests on the metal bar at the back of the soon to be suffocating prison. 
As the elevator doors rattled closed the pit in Dave's stomach grew and grew, he knew this was a mistake but couldn't bare saying no to the Obamas. He closed his eyes in anticipation but it actually began moving up. Huh, Dave must've looked surprised because Barack shuffled closer and patted Dave on the back discreetly. 
Dave felt his cheeks glow and decided to pretend to cough and turned his face away from the Obamas. Why was he responding this way to a completely platonic gesture? The high only lasted a few moments as the elevator began to rattle and the light began to flicker.
Dave gripped the metal bar for dear life, Barack must've noticed again (wow this man is so observant) because he held Daves arm and stroked his thumb up and down in a comforting way. What the fuck kind of fever dream was this.