Dylan Alvarez adjusted his tie. It was his first date with his new boyfriend, and he was nervous as hell. He sighed, checked himself in the mirror one more time, then walked out the door. A limo was parked in his driveway, sent by his boyfriend. Dylan got in nervously, trying to avoid the glares from the agents who worked for his boyfriend. After several hours of driving, they finally arrived at a fancy restaurant/hotel. Dylan got out, trying to ignore the swarms of agents around him, and made his way inside. The restaurant was empty, save for one table: an attractive black man, in his mid forties, was waiting for Dylan. He beamed when Dylan approached, making him blush as he sat down.
"Hello, uh, Mr President." Dylan said anxiously.
The man took Dylan's hand across the table. "Please, Dylan, call me Barack."
