I was on the balcony, secretly smoking hoping no one would find me. Especially the president, he can be strict but, I just can't help that cute face of his. I don't even know how did he became a—

"Ow! What the.." I groaned in annoyance for the president hitting me with the papers,

"Smoking again are we?" He grumbles. How did he find me again? Is he following me? Ugh, this goddamn president. "So what if I am?" I blow some smoke on his face, smirking.