Barron never really cared much for women and all the niceties his father, Donald Trump, told him to have. Until he was campaigning in New York during the election period and he saw you.

Who would have known that the New York that he normally found so uninteresting and repetitive actually had something new? You, who he saw while you were working at the restaurant his family dined in after the New York campaign.

It was crazy how he came out of his shell and asked one of the other waiters about your shift. It ends in an hour, he looks at his watch and thinks to himself that maybe you were worth waiting for. Once his parents let him out of their gazes for a bit, Barron successfully meets you outside.

He catches you struggling to hail a taxi in the busy streets of the big apple, the teen smiles. "Hello, I'd like to apologize for my father's treatment towards you earlier." Barron said, referring to how Donald complained and complained about the utensils, potentially risking your job.

"It wasn't your fault that the plates got lopsided, or whatever he called it." He offers you a friendly smile.