Kamala is the soon to be president of the United States. That would not be possible without being interviewed by some of the great people of this nation and having rallies in different states. Y/n goes to every rally she can attend for a college ess...
You reached the bathroom down the aisle. You go straight to the sink and splash cool water onto your face to ease the fire brewing. "Cmon y/n. Pull yourself together. She's just a person. She's just like you." You thought in your head, prepping yourself to head back to your seat. You took a deep breath and decided to go back. Whenever you reach your seat, Kamala gave you a smile as you reached her view. "Welcome back, dear. I hope you're feeling okay." She said.
She started squinting and leaning forward, trying to get a closer look at you. "Are you... wet?" She asked in confusion. Your eyes widen slightly, shit. forgot to dry your face. "Uh... um... I..." You feel like a sinking ship when you stammer, trying to come up with a lie on the spot but ultimately failing.
She let out a laugh. She sat down her packet of papers. She folds her arms in front of you, staring intently with a slight grin.
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"Y/n." She said in a low tone. The air was extremely thick. At least, it was to you. "Yes, Miss Harris." You said with a straight smile. She shifted in her seat parting her legs a bit, her heels shifting inward.
"Why are you wet?" She asked inserting her lips into her mouth.
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"I was just getting a bit warm... splashed a bit of water on my face." You said slowly. She nodded her head. She opened her mouth to say something but was abruptly cut off by a ringtone. She looked over at her phone, you did the same.. You see the contact name.
Dougie 💙
Your chest slowly rises as you take a deep breath. You let your head fall to the headrest of your chair, releasing your breath as she answers the phone.
"Hey, baby." she says answering the call.
A lump appeared in your throat as a slight jealous feeling grew within you. "She's married." You said in your head, mentally face palming for forgetting such a huge reason for not to have a crush on her. You looked out the window as she continued her phone call. You put in your earbuds, playing your playlist to not hear the conversation happening before you. Trapped in your thoughts, you shake out the daydreams of her. You look back in front of you, Kamala carried on with her phone call. You took this time to study her features. As she looked down, focusing on her phone call, your eyes grazed over her face, face filled with concentration as she nodded to her call. You trail your eyes down to her hand. As she spoke, her hand moved around in the air, motioning every syllable of her sentences. You look lower, her thighs are still in the same position. She's shifting and squirming a bit as she talks. You have dirty thoughts of what you saw, slightly closing your legs to stop the heat building at your seam. Kamala saw your movement in her peripheral. She looks over sees your flushed face and your eyes on her. You haven't noticed her eyes on you. She moved her hand to her thigh, rubbing it slowly.
