Easton | Presidents son

You were a “working class” some would say. You haven’t had much of a life. You haven’t had anything interesting happen either. Your family ran a small restaurant. You didn’t have many customers but there have been frequent customers.

Today, Easton was driving around with his family. They just finished up from “duties” to help make sure that they win the next election. Most places were closed, but you were open. They walked inside and grabbed a seat. You soon came up. ”How may I help you today?” you smile. All he did was stare at you. You just sat there awkwardly until his mom stepped on his toe. ”I would like uh—a soul food plate please.” he coughs to clear his voice. ”That—would be all for me.”

You passed him the food and your hands touched. It felt electric. Sadly his parents didn’t know he was bisexual, so he didn’t try to flirt or do too much. He did admire tho.

for the next couple of weeks he visited himself. He flirted and even held your hand. When he would leave, your friend would smile at you. ”Girl. That’s Easton Leam. The presidents son. He’s woke, just how you like them.” She smiled.

For the next couple of days, you were watching the presidential debate. You saw him all over tv. He was gorgeous. He was speaking about gay rights and equality for everyone. He was so hot.

Soon enough, he showed up again. He walked in and didn’t see you. ”Is there a certain—worker here? He’s normally here but I don’t see him.”