Charlie tapped that shutter button way too many times in the few seconds that she stood there.
She ran out of the restaurant and looked down at her phone.
“Well, could’ve been worse. At least you can make them out.”
“Why the hell did I get so nervous. I guess I can’t fulfill my dream of being a spy.”
- She chuckled to herself.
Please write a short piece of President Barton. Just - it will make a lot of people feel better. Please? (I understand if you don't, but please?)