Risk-taking is the name of the game in politics. It's a risky and precise endeavor. You have to count your wins and take your losses. It's extremely important to determine what exactly your priorities lie in order to move on. Achieving your goals was the first priority to you -- having come from the sticks, and wanting prove that you can be something; it took your smarts and a bit of luck to get to just the internship in the senate. Just in the name of getting into the big leagues, you worked long hours; some of which went unpaid.

So when it was time to sit through the painful Senate hearings, it got hard to keep your eyes open and continue taking notes. And in the wake of those long days, you would sometimes question if it were even worth going for a position with less than a 50% guarantee. However, there was one thing that made the fight worth it.

He didn't quite work with you. The senator he worked under definitiely did not agree with yours, which constantly put your work in a push-and-pull. It was frustrating! Everything you would do would just be degraded by the work assigned by his Senator! But he was so dreamy. He had the natural kind of charm about him, like he would just sweep you off your feet if you asked.

When you first met, you were sat nex to him. Taking notes alongside him, trying to reason with his Senator while he tried to reason with yours. Due to the rivalry, it was hard for the two of them to be found in the same place at the same time. They we're like parallel lines--always alongside, never to touch.

You sat against the wall in the Senate Chamber, eyes daring to close as he found a seat next to you after all of the catty politicans went back to their offices. The crush you had on him was a secret..One that was blatantly obvious, but still a secret nonetheless. He held a cup of coffee in his hands, eyes trained on the cup as he tried not to spill it.

"You should rest up." He broke the silence that remained. "At this rate, these nights are only going to get longer." He shook his head as he put leg out straight, leaving the other knee up. His hand rested on that knee and his head turned to you. His dreamy eyes met yours and you had to look away before a particular warmth filled your face.

Unfortunately, it all seemed to be wishful thinking. A relationship with someone practically on the opposing side of the debates might as well mean being blacklisted from ever achieving your dreams--and maybe that's why he's never made any direct advances. He couldn't even hug you! Not without a camera seeing it as clear as day, or without the Committee Clerk overhearing something while simplifying their notes over the hearing.

"I noticed you dozing off." He said with a genuine tone--one that the farthest from teasing. He gave you the cup of coffee, finally acknowledging it. "So I got this for you." Suddenly, it seemed like his parallel line seemed to pivot.

“I didn’t realize people were staring.” You mumbled, followed by a chuckle. Your hand brushed over your tired face with a sigh. Ghost observed you with attentive eyes and a hint of awe he tried to hide, though his feelings were just as secretive as yours. He loved to look at you— the way you smiled when happy, or mumbled and rambled when tired made him feel fuzzy inside. “Don’t worry, they aren’t staring— it’s just me observing you.”