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It was a chilly october afternoon when our protagonists met. Frost dusted the campus grounds, crunching softly underneath Biden’s shoes. W.A.P played distantly from somebody's dorm window.
He makes his way to the Election Cafe and goes to order his coffee. “I’ll have a triple deca mega mochacapufrappuchi-” before he can finish his order he looks up and locks eyes with the cutest barista he’s ever seen. He reads his nametag.
Trump.
“Wow, that's a cute name” Biden thinks to himself. A sharp noise snaps him out of his trance and he quickly turns around to realize the noise is coming from Kamala, a close friend of his on a nearby table.
He quickly finishes his order and goes to sit down with Kamala- where they always meet and talk shit about the asshole teachers and the bullshit hw. “What took you so long?” Kamala whispered harshly. “Did you see the barista?? God, he's so cute” Biden sighed.
Kamala looked at him as if he’d just grown another head, “Are you having a stroke? Hey, look at me, do you smell burnt toast?? There’s no way you find him attractive- he’s as ugly as a skunk spray painted orange.”
“Okay Kamala just because you listen to girl in red doesn’t make every boy unattractive, you still have eyes you know.” Kamala sighed and took a sip of her herbal vegan latte. Biden looked out the nearby window, counting the leaves as they fell onto the pavement.
He’d never had many friends before, only really Kamala. She’d been with him through thick and thin, even helping him run his campaign to become class president. Being class president ass fucking boring as shit though despite everybody hyping it up.
The bell rang outside, signaling that classes were about to start. Biden started to collect his things and make his way out the door, as he walked out he shot a final glance at the cute barista. To his surprise, he locked eyes with him.
Holy shit.
He’d been looking too? or just a coincidence? No, it’s gotta be a coincidence, right? There's no way he’d be interested. A small part of Biden secretly hoped he was wrong for a change.
He left the small coffee shop that day feeling lighter than usual.
He had math first class. His mood instantly dampened.