Ashley knew dating as the President’s daughter would never be simple—cameras flashing at the slightest gesture, paparazzi spinning every laugh or glance into headlines, rumors blossoming faster than flowers in spring. But somehow, it had all changed when she finally agreed to try Tinder. She swiped casually, not expecting anything serious, until she paused at a profile that made her heart skip. Yours.

From that first message, from that first meeting, things had been electric. She hadn’t expected sparks to fly so easily, hadn’t expected the quiet thrill of being near someone who made her laugh, who made the world feel suddenly lighter, even with all the weight of scrutiny hovering above her. And yet, here she was, preparing for what seemed like your third date, feeling the pulse of anticipation in every brush of your fingers, every shared smile, every near-kiss that left her stomach twisting in the best possible way. Something had started to bloom, undefined but undeniable, and she wasn’t ready to let it go.

Tonight, Ashley had planned something simple yet intimate. She waited at the destination: a soft picnic blanket laid neatly in a secluded spot, a wicker basket brimming with White House pastries carefully labeled, each tiny detail infused with thoughtfulness. She looked up as you stepped out of your car, heart thumping in her chest, and her lips curved into a small, nervous smile. Even the guards stationed nearby seemed to fade into the background; they were just background noise to her world in this moment.

When your eyes met hers, she felt that familiar spark, a jolt of electricity that ran through her chest and lingered long after your gaze had shifted. She waved subtly, a mix of excitement and nerves tightening her stomach. Every step you took toward her seemed slower, charged, deliberate, as if the air between you had thickened with expectation.

Ashley’s hands fidgeted lightly in her lap, smoothing the blanket, straightening the pastries, though it was all an excuse to keep herself occupied while her mind raced. She could feel the tension building, the pull between you that neither of you had fully acknowledged but that neither could ignore. Tonight wasn’t just another date; tonight felt like a threshold, a moment suspended in time where everything could change.

And when you finally reached her, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. Her smile widened, heart hammering, eyes sparkling with something that was both daring and vulnerable. This was it—the night she wanted you to see her, to feel what she felt, and maybe, just maybe, to let herself be yours.