Triden: Behind Closed Doors

The Beginning

Alone in his office, Biden rests his head against the back of his chair and stares at the ceiling. The day was a long and mundane one, full of paperwork and other nonsense. He leaned forward again and rested his face in his hands. Days were slowly blurring into one, and he found himself wanting an escape. Just then, his phone rings.
Biden picks it up with a sigh, expecting another work related call, but he's pleasantly surprised when he hears Trump's voice on the other side.
"Joe," he began, "there's some things I've really been meaning to talk to you about, but I think it'd be better to discuss them in person. We can set up a meeting whenever you're free." With his heart thumping in his chest, Biden quickly replies.
"Right now! Ah, sorry. I just meant I had some free time right now." Biden was glad they were talking over the phone because he could feel his face burning up. Trump paused, taken off guard, but began to laugh lightheartedly.
"Haha, yeah, why not? Meet me at my mansion. I'm looking forward to seeing you again, Joe." Trump said and hung up. If Biden wasn't blushing before, he definitely was now.

A quick five minute private jet ride later, Biden was at the doorstep of Trump's mansion. Before he could knock, the door opened and revealed Trump in his golf uniform.
"I thought you had something to discuss?" Biden questions the younger man. Trump snorts and leads him to his private golf course. Hours roll by, the two of them lost in their own world, when suddenly Biden gets a call.
"Mr. President, you are needed at the White House." The voice of his secretary informs him. Trump pats his shoulder and speaks.
"Well, it was nice having you, but I won't keep you here any longer." And with that, Biden departed.