'dear mister president' barron trump x reader

A Stranger?

You take a little walk around your homeland to clear your head. 
You walk along to the city centre because you decide that it might be a good idea to buy a new shirt. 
Because your current one is a little tight. 
You're out on a Tuesday, which means that the shops and the city in general are empty. 
You look around the city quietly and let your gaze wander across the sky. 
The sun is setting so slowly, which means you have to hurry up. 
When you arrive at your favourite shop, you first check the assortment.  You will discover three shirts that you really like: a plain grey, a baby blue crop top and a hoodie. 
You take some money out of your pocket and stroll to the checkout. 
After paying, you take a quick glance at your watch and think 'crap'.
So much time has passed already that you quickly grab your stuff and run out of the store. 
Your bus leaves in 5 minutes, which is almost impossible considering you still have a long way to walk. 
You run through the empty, peaceful city without looking left or right. 
You're already halfway there when you run into someone. 
The person is very big and, frankly, also tough. 
You get through it with a pain when you hit the ground.   
'You've got to be kidding me. I'm going to miss my bus.' 
Do you think you're upset...
You are so angry that you want to yell at the person and are getting ready to yell at the stranger. 
"Hey, what's falling in your mi-" you stop as you slowly look up at the hand that's holding the person in front of you. 
You can't really recognize him, because he wears a cap and a black mask, but he triggers something inside you. 
You find him mysterious. 
Slowly you take his hand and let him help you. 
I have already missed my bus anyway ' you think and look to the stranger.