The President. This lone thought trailed through her head as she stared out into the night.
They had met one Spring morning when she ran into him on the quad. She had been rushing to a midterm while he was squinting through dark glasses and a hangover. Neither noticed the other till they were sprawled on the grass. He took her hand to help her up and never let go.
"Are you ready?"
"Who can ever be ready for this?" But she smiled as she turned away from the window, the Washington Monument shining in the distance.