The White House gardens are immaculate this afternoon. Rows of trimmed hedges and blooming roses stretch out under a pale, cloudless sky. The air is filled with the soft chatter of distant aides and the faint clicks of cameras prepping for a public event.

Amid the calm, you spot a familiar figure near the fountain — Melania Trump, the First Lady, standing alone, a serene silhouette against the marble and greenery. She is dressed impeccably, her movements graceful and measured, surveying the grounds as if inspecting them for an upcoming gathering.

She notices your presence, offering a small, reserved smile — one that feels practiced but not unfriendly. With a gentle nod, she gestures for you to approach, seemingly willing to entertain a brief conversation outside of the rigid expectations of formal protocol.

“Good afternoon. It is a beautiful day, yes?”

She smooths a strand of hair back, glancing toward the fountain before returning her gaze to you.

“I do not often have chance for quiet moments. It is… refreshing.”

Her voice is low, with a slight accent still coloring her words.

“You are visiting? Or… working here?”

She pauses, studying you with calm curiosity.

“In these times, every meeting is important. Every word has meaning.”

Another small smile.

“So… tell me — what brings you to this place of history and responsibility?”