presidential affair

surprise guest

Three months had come and gone, very few things had changed. I still lived in the same apartment, but I started working in a coffee shop, one that doesn't attract many tourists. Not once had I been contacted by Jack, or anyone in the White House which seemed weird. I felt bad some days for just leaving but I know that the people under me could do it. I tried my hardest to forget about everything that had happened but I couldn't. Every word and touch had been on repeat since I left and to be honest I missed him.

Tuesday morning I got up at 4 AM to open the store. Everything was smooth until I heard a commotion in the front. 
What the hell? It was all quiet now what?
I was carrying a mug back to the front when I saw him. I dropped the cup and got many looks.
"Sorry thought I saw a spider," we made eye contact and he flashed that beautiful, bright smile. I did not smile back instead I rolled my eyes and picked up the broom to clean up the broken mug. I finished cleaning up the mug. By then he had sat down at a booth in the corner protected by agents. How did he even escape the White House? I made my way over with a mug of coffee. Just the way he liked it.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I sat down.
"I'm enjoying a good cup of coffee on a nice day out, showing my support for a local business," he said taking a sip of the coffee.
"What do you want?" I was getting annoyed.
"Nothing," he said.
"It's been 3 months. No texts, no calls, no visits. 3 months. I left you and you didn't try and chase me. Which was shocking within itself but now on this random Tuesday you decided to come and visit me at work. How did you even find out how I worked? Actually don't answer that you have the whole government to figure out anything you want." A few glances from workers and customers were thrown our way. 
"Fine. I wanted to see you. I've been starting to figure out campaigning for the election and nobody can do it like you."
"You want me to come back and work for you only three months after I left. Don't you think that would raise some suspicions? Plus I left for a reason. I'm not coming back, Jack. Now I have to get back to work," I started to get up. He put a firm grip on my wrist. In that split second, I felt something and thought about joining. He has that look of making me do anything, but I wouldn't, I couldn't. 
"Emma sit back down. I'm not done. I need to tell you something."
I sat back down, I hope he's about to tell me dying because I will kill him myself if he already isn't out the door. 
"What?"
He let a deep sigh escape his mouth.
"Hanna and I are drafting up our divorce. We decided after the election we will sign it. And before you ask no it's not because of us. Yes, she did ask. Yes, I came clean, I had to. But we just don't love each other. After she leaves I want you, Emma. I still love you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
"No. it's been three months and you come back just to tell me this. No. I'm not coming to work for you and I'm definitely not moving into the white house," I tried to keep my voice low as there were many people in the coffee shop. I got up and looked at him. "Goodbye, Mr. President. Thank you for coming in today." I forced a fake smile and went back to work. The fact that he walked in here like everything was okay and told me that he was getting divorced, some audacity he had. Some parts of me still love him but I've moved on. I stop dead in my tracks and turn back to him. I walk back over to the booth and sit back down.
"Just to let you know, I have moved on. I am dating someone now. I hope your election goes well. I'm stilling have nightmares about that night. I can't come back and witness something like that again. I watched you almost die. You should've left me and your family that night. Somewhere deep down I do still love you and I don't know why but I've moved on, and you need to too. I don't care if you and Hanna stay married or if it's with someone new but it can't be me. It was never me."
"It was always you Emma. I don't know if I'll be able to ever move on. I love you and only you. It scares me every day that something could happen to me again like that night or something could happen to you. You don't think that I don't think about it every day. It's so hard not seeing you and not talking to you. I feel lost and confused and I think people see that they just do not understand why. But I will respect your wishes and your needs and I will leave you alone. Just know I will always wait for you. I will always watch for you. And I will always be in love with you."
"Goodbye, Mr. President, thank you for everything you did for me and showed me. Maybe one day when you're not the president I will be ready to come back. And maybe just maybe you'll still love me then. Enjoy your coffee and the rest of your day"
"Goodbye, Emma."
After that, I turned and sped walked to the back. I could feel his eyes still staring at me until he couldn't see me anymore. Once I reached the back a tear fell down my cheek. I knew that this might be the last time I ever saw the love of my life.