Leon stood in the grand foyer of the White House, his feet rhythmically tapping against the smooth marble floors. Impatience began to flicker in his eyes, as if he had grown weary of the interminable wait. With a heavy sigh, he glanced down at his wrist, where his resigned watch ticked away the passing minutes.

In a restless anticipation, the blonde-haired president's gaze shifted anxiously from his watch to his advisor. Frustration crept into his voice as he couldn't help but blurt out, "Where is she? It's driving me crazy that she's so incredibly late." It wasn't just a matter of a meeting, nor did it stem from mere impatience. No, he longed to see her, her as in Giselle.