Usually, the president would have his personal chef make his food for him. But Barack found pleasure in watching the water come to a boil, to open the fresh box of pasta, and to pour the noodles into the pot. A smile crept on his face. He knew what he was going to do with these. Joe and him were to have a private meeting today.
After preparing everything, Barack called joe in. When he came through the doors he gripped his collar and made sure to straighten his suit. Joe thought this was going to be a professional situation and he made sure to always look his best for mr.president. Barack knew the power he held over him. He used this to his advantage. Joe sat down. They sat in the Oval Office staring at each other until joe looked down in confusion at the large plate of angel hair noodles. Joe started to question this, but Barack stood up.
"Do know why I picked angel hair joe?"
"No"
Barack traced the edge of the desk with his thigh as he walked towards him. Barack extended one of his big strong presidential hands and placed it gently on joes head. He very lightly stroked what was left of his hair.
"I picked it because of this wonderful head of hair you have. Do you know what I intend to do with this?"
