The dinner was pretty good. The first course was some good tomato soup. The bad thing was that Abe wouldn't talk to you.
"Hey Abe, how's the soup?" y/n asked him, but again he didn't respond. He glanced at me then turned away. they didn't know what was wrong. y/n leaned their head to the side to whisper to the server about getting a new fork and Abe gripped y/n's thigh. they froze because of the sudden action.
"Uh- never mind," y/n said quickly to the server. they grabbed their spoon and scooped up some soup, but their hand was shaking a bit and they spilled it.
"Do you need me to feed It to you like a baby?" Abe said sharply. you looked at him a bit angry now.
"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting so rude?" y/n whispered harshly, a little hurt.
"Why can't you hold a spoon and not spill soup everywhere? We are at a formal dinner." He said annoyed. y/n shoved his hand off of their thigh and stood up and left. Abe looked down regretfully. He shouldn't have done that.
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Abraham x y/n (Dealing with the President)
Romanceyou meet and fall, in love with the man of your dreams... Abe He's the president of the united states, and he's a busy man but... that face... those hands... mmm. satire RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
