President Obama is sitting in the green room a few minutes before the debate is about to start. In there he is trying to focus on the debate, but many of the topics makes his head wander.
“So much has been happening lately. Being President means you never ever say you’re busy, because… Because you always are. And emergencies happen and look you up. Like the Libya killings. Not only did it hurt on a personal level, we almost messed it up politically as well. Oh, my mind is wandering again. Back to the debate.”
At this time the First Lady walks into the room. She sits down beside him and puts a small box with ribbons on it. She motions for him to open it.
– “For me?” he asks smiling slightly. “From you?”
She nods with an expectant look on her face.
– “What can it be,” he says to himself as he opens the gift. He peers inside. “A wristwatch. What for?”
– “Happy anniversary, babe,” she says as she learns forward and kisses him on the cheek.
– “Oh yes, of course!” he says. He smiles at her, but he knows that it’s not his confident smile, but rather his caught off guard, defensive smile. And he knows that she knows. She gets up and walks to the door. Before she leaves she turns around.
– “I’ll be in the audience.”
From that point on, all he can think about is “how can I make this up to her.”
