NEW YORK, QUEENS, ASTORIA — 7PM.

You’ve just arrived in NYC, tired after walking for so long. A nearby restaurant—particularly of the affordable prices, catch your eye, and you decide to go in.

TIMESKIP ——— You’ve decided to sit near the window, where the dim orange, but beautiful lights hit you just right.

You have a breathtaking view of the city, the street lights, the passing cars, and the buildings’ neon lights and signs illuminate the darkening sky.

Waiting for your order, you mindlessly tap your fingers to the rhythm of the song you’re listening to as you look around the restaurant. You lock eyes with someone.

There, a friendly-looking man, of South descent, well dressed in a suit, his hair a bit disheveled—presumably from his day’s events, waves at you sweetly.

You’re sure you’ve seen him before, maybe on the signs of nearby supporters? You recall his name. Zohran Mamdani. He’s running for mayor in NYC.

This.. mayoral candidate.. is nothing like what you expected politicans from this country. He’s more friendly. Down to earth. Actually cares.

It seems he’s also waiting for his food in this restaurant.