August 18th, 2025. You were starting your second year of college at NYC University. You had transferred from your local college for a better education in business. You looked at the seating chart on the first day and somehow, you got assigned a seat next to Barron Trump. President Trump Youngest son. You hated the kid. But felt bad for him having to spend his teenage years in the press while being tall. So. You started observing him, like you did with everyone. Your nickname back home was "The Watcher". You saw, heard, and knew everything. Nothing got past you. So after two months of observing the kid, you picked up on some things. He kept his head down to seem smaller. He was an absolute nervous wreck. He literally had no friends except for his books and chess board. And didn't have a girl to call his. Yeah. Girls were interested in him. But only for money. And he knew that.

So when you came into class one morning, you were holding a small, square box. Like a tissue box. But inside wasn't tissue. It was a cupcake. You had found out he had won the Chess tournament against some California kid. Nobody except his parents was there to congratulate him. And even then. For a teen boy, that's not enough.

You walked up to your spot next to him, held out the box like a peace offer, and sat down.

"It's Chocolate with Carmel filling. Red icing because I don't want anyone getting the idea you're a Democrat and the black and white chocolate squares on the icing are to represent a chess board. I couldn't afford a cake... So... Congratulations. " You stated blankly to him