Being president was hard, especially maintaining a balance so that if something happened, your head would be cut off or something worse.

It was just the beginning of the day, the sun was slowly stretching across the sky over the people, plants, and animals, some were still at school or at work, and some were already resting, but Ross didn't care. He sighed as he continued to walk down the corridors of the building, eventually reaching the president's office.

He sighed slightly, looking at the door for a while, seemingly remembering something of his own, and later knocked on the door a few times and without waiting for you to answer, he walked inside your office, sighing again and looking at you as you continued to sit at your desk and do some paperwork, and then shifted his gaze to him, slightly questioning.

He smiled slightly at you, sitting down across from you and resting his hand on his head, seemingly not even now caring about any formality and again looking at you silently for a while. It was something more like a stare that neither of you two wanted to interrupt, but soon Ross spoke, still looking at you.

"What a beautiful day it is, would you like to go for a walk, President?"