If It Was Meant to Be

15

Brooke (POV)
After listening to what felt like hours of Abby babbling on about her so called plan Barron and I were shipped off to our respective homes to change into something more 'casual'. We are sent of in different cars and after a few minutes I arrive at the Vice President's mansion. I walk in through a less public entrance so I can get in and get out. I quickly walk upstairs to the residency to find my perfectly untouched room. It looks relatively the same as when I moved in with the walk in closet filled with so many clothes that I didn't even bother to pack a suitcase two night stand along the queen sized bed. And I bathroom that could rival any girl's bedroom. I walk into the closet and find nothing that could be even considered casual. There were ball gowns for days trench coats of every color and heels that made you stand eight feet tall. But as I looked beyond the surface of the closet I found a soft white cashmere sweater that is slightly oversized with ripped skinny jeans and high top white converse. It was probably meant to be worn at home but at this point if I spend anymore time in this closet I'm to start getting woozy from all the colors. I got to the bathroom and looked at the vanity and decided that lipgloss and mascara would be good for a 'coffee date'. And after a few minutes of hair and makeup I'm ready for anything.

I met Barron at a park. He has also changed from his suit into a solid grey t-shirt pants and a dark green ballmer jacket. Our directions for this outing were simple: take a short walk around the park. We hold hands and he gives me his jacket blah blah blah. The catch was there were going to be no photographers so we are counting on bystanders to take pictures of the events.
"Hello" I say politely
"Hi" he answers as he extends his hand.
"Do we have to? I mean we could run away right now." I say in a slightly whiny tone
"I wish, but you know as soon as we leave this park about a billion secret service will tackle us on the spot." I understand where he's coming from so I grab his hand and we start walking. We walk in an uncomfortable silence until I decide to break it.
"So I'm assuming you saw your dad earlier today." I say cautiously
"No he was to busy with a hooker of some sort." He says way causally.
"What!?" I say obviously shocked
"Well if you look at his schedule he has suspiciously long amount of 'executive time' to be considered normal." And that's when it hit me. I was so caught up in how I felt about being another pawn in a much bigger game that I forgot to ask about how he felt about this.
"Although I can't completely relate with you I can try to understand" I say
"Brooke I don't really harbor any resentment towards him if I'm being honest. I know that my parents were never in 'love' but if they are happy in a loveless marriage then I wish them a long miserable life." I wanted to respond but I was cut of by a stranger walking up to us
"Are you Barron Trump?" She asks excitingly
"That would be me." He says with a boyish grin
"Oh my god. I'm such a big fan of your dad. I voted for him. Trump twenty twenty" She says with her previous tone
"Yeah. Well it was nice to talk to you but I have to go. Brooke and I are going to the new coffee shop down the street."
"Well that's nice" she says dreamily as she walks away smiling. I push Barrons hand down and stand up on my toes to whisper in his ear
"It's working. Give me your jacket." I say in a hushed tone. He gives it to me and before I know it we are at this unknown coffee shop being seated. I mean it is nice, with tall glass windows and fake potted plants it has a slightly urban feel. We sit down at a table for two near the window.
"Did you see that? That woman obviously likes you." I say as he looks at me like I'm crazy.
"She is like fifty years old-" I cut him off
"So you're into a younger woman." I say as we both start laughing. I can tell that Barron wanted to respond but the waiter came over and I'm not gonna lie he was kinda...cute. With his straight black hair and charming blue eyes he could probably swoop any girl off her feet. He looked about my age if not a little bit older.
"Hi my name is Colin. I will be your server today. What can I get you two."
"I'll have-" I cut off Barron and decide to ask a question even though I already know what I want to order.
"What would you recommend?" I say looking at him.
"Probably one of the croissants. Those are really good- sorry give me a minute I'm spacing out"
"Can I ask why." I say completely ignoring Barron.
"Well about half an hour a few bodyguard looking type guys came inside and searched the whole place. So there is a good chance someone famous might walk in today."
"Well that-" I cut off Barron yet again
"That's really interesting" I say way too quickly. I don't know why I decided to lie to him. I guess I just don't want him to freak out.
"Yeah I'm really excited to see who it is, a few weeks ago the senator from Tennessee walked in here. Anyway I don't want to take up anymore of your time so what can I get you?" Colin asks
"I'll have an Americana." Barron says while looking down at his phone "But could you make it go."
"Why?" I ask inquisitively. Where could he be going? I know that both of our schedules have been cleared for the day and he hasn't been in DC for months. I can see that he knows I want to ask but I decide it might be private so I will order and when Colin is gone I'll ask.
"I'll have a Cold Brew. To go as well." I say
"Oh no it's ok. I don't want to ruin your conversation. I'll go and you two can stay and chat." Barron says still looking at his phone texting furiously.
"I wouldn't want to impose-" Colin says
"Well good thing you won't be. And on that note scratch the coffee. I'm really sorry Brooke but I got to go.When you're done you can meet me at the White House" And with that Barron leaves the café with no explanation Colin goes to the back to make my drink and I'm left all alone.