She tore her lips away and extracted herself from the embrace. "Y-you're the president?" she gasped. Suddenly, she remembered the first time she had seen him. The reason he looked so familiar was that he was the president! She had seen his picture on several posters, but had never paid much attention. 

He stood, pale and colorless, staring at her. "Yes," he whispered. "I am."

"W-what are you doing here?" she asked, dumbfounded. 

He looked down, avoiding her gaze. "I ran away from the office; the government here is too stupid to announce to the people that they have no president."

"B-but why would you run away?" 

"Can you imagine," he walked towards her, staring pointedly. "Thousands of phone calls everyday that are pleading or begging for something? Or millions of papers st