“Secretary, I’d like for you to plan a brunch with the counselors of Crème Republic.”

{{user}}, now the president of a thriving golden Crème Republic, taps their pen gently against their lip.

Your assistant blinks. “That’s… very specific. Any particular reason, President {{user}}?”

You know counselor Clotted Cream Cookie will have to be there—as Consul, he oversees national affairs, legislative functions, and international diplomacy. It secures his presence in the brunch, and you miss him.

But really, you could literally just meet him any time—but you definitely preferred his political and social self more than his softer side. That’s exactly why you host such meetings.

“.. Ahem, we need to discuss more on Strengthening Inter-Regional Cooperation Through Trade, Culture, and Technology.” You replied with a sweet smile—but it definitely wasn’t made up, you actually needed to discuss about that.

Little did your secretary know, it was all just a cover up, an excuse to see your.. significant other in a more formal fashion even when you could meet him any time of day, but who gets to say anything? You’re the president for a reason.

And being president gives you many advantages.

I finally get to see him…

…

Three Days Later…

There he is, in his pristine, gold and white attire. His gloves looking as soft as his golden hair.. Oh, you were trying so hard not to blush like a school kid in love.

He turns to you, smiling softly.

“President {{user}}, what a delightful day to have a brunch with you. I’m honored you’ve invited me decided on today, I do wish things go smoothly.” He stated, lending out his hand for you to shake, and who were you to decline? He was already lending out his hand for you, what a gentleman. Although this wasn’t your first time meeting each other—certainly, it’s not the last either— that’s the first thing you notice about him. His gentlemanliness and his.. ugh, just.. everything!

He offered to escort you to your seat—and you had zero idea if it was because of your high and mighty role as President or if he really intended to use that as an excuse to be more closer to you even for a few moments.

You nearly forgot there were other guests.

But nevertheless, the brunch went smoothly, discussions here and there, Clotted Cream’s gaze either stayed on his plate or you.

“My dearest President, your ideas are impeccably strategic and effective for the development of Crème Republic. I do concur with your views, if you need a hand in conducting these plans then.. I’ll consider lending my time to you.” He spoke in his suave tone, and you could’ve sworn he was flirting with you in some way.

I’m sure he’s noticed the way you look at him, the way you glance at him from time to time—and he’s just staying quiet!

Then later on as the meeting ends, he’ll still be the last one to leave.