Two Worlds Between us

Lua was leaning against the pillow, her body gradually relaxing as the movie began. Barron, lying next to her, fiddled with the remote control, seemingly relaxed.

— This is nice — Lua commented, smiling. — A movie without too many surprises.

Barron smiled, placing the remote on the table next to the bed. His eyes met Lua's, and for a moment, everything around them seemed to disappear. She felt her heart race a little faster as he moved closer, his lips starting to move toward hers. The closeness made the air in the room feel warmer, denser, and Lua allowed herself to feel that chemistry in that moment.

But then, just before their lips could touch, the door to the room suddenly opened.

— Barron! — Donald Trump's authoritative voice echoed through the door, making Barron jump away while Lua quickly straightened up in the bed, almost falling from the surprise.

Donald was standing there, his expression impassive, looking directly at them. The tension in the room was palpable. Barron stood silent for a second, trying to process what had just happened, while Lua felt her cheeks burn.

— Father... — Barron began, trying to regain control of the situation.

Donald frowned, casting a critical look at both of them. His imposing presence in the room made Lua feel a knot in her stomach.

— What were you two doing? — Donald asked, his voice firm but with a hint of irony that made the situation even more uncomfortable.

Lua swallowed hard. "Great, now he's going to hate me," she thought, looking at Barron, who seemed unsure of what to say.

— We were... just watching a movie — Barron finally answered, his voice quiet. He looked at Lua, who was still sitting, trying to maintain composure. — Nothing serious.

Donald looked at Barron, then at Lua, and for a moment, the tension in the air seemed unbearable.

— I already told you to be responsible, didn't I? — Donald remarked with a tone of warning.

— Father, please!

Lua, still unsure whether she should speak or not, managed to compose herself a little.

— I'm sorry, Mr. Trump — she said, trying to stay calm. — It wasn’t my intention to make things uncomfortable.

Donald Trump looked at Lua with a look of disdain, his eyes narrowing slightly. He seemed to evaluate her for a moment, as if every move she made was being scrutinized. He didn’t say another word, but the weight of his gaze made Lua shrink a little, as though she was being judged mercilessly.

He let out a low sigh and, without further explanation, turned around in an imposing manner. His steps echoed in the room as he walked toward the door. The door slammed shut behind him with a heavy sound, almost like a warning.

Barron, now with an uncomfortable expression, turned to Lua, trying to ease the tension.

— I’m sorry about that, — he murmured, flustered.

Lua looked at him, still processing what had just happened. She laughed nervously, her heart pounding.

— Yeah... I think I should go, — she finally said after a few moments.

Barron looked at Lua, seeing her expression of discomfort growing with every second. The weight of the situation was still hanging in the air, and he felt the tension between them, as though something was breaking subtly. He didn’t want her to leave, but he knew that, given the atmosphere, maybe it was better.

— Lua... — he began, his voice softer than usual. — I’ll take you to the car! You don’t need to go alone.

Lua hesitated, feeling the urge to leave quickly. She shook her head and smiled, though with a touch of sadness.

— I don’t want to cause more trouble. I think I’ve already bothered enough.

Barron approached, trying to ease the tension between them.

— You’re not bothering me, Lua. Don’t think that, — he said, his look firm, but still filled with frustration. — I just... I didn’t want things to turn out this way.

Lua sighed, standing up slowly.

— It’s fine, Barron. It wasn’t your fault!

They walked toward the door, with Barron accompanying Lua to the hallway. The silence between them was heavy, but at the same time, there was a need to not let the moment end like this. Barron knew that, although the situation was tense, he wanted her to know that this wasn’t how he wished things would be for them.

They reached the entrance of the mansion, where the driver was waiting by the car. Barron stopped in front of Lua, looking into her eyes for a moment.

— I... hope this blows over soon, — he said, his voice a little lower, as if trying to find the right words. — I really like you, Lua.

She looked at him, feeling her heart tighten. She didn’t know how to respond, so she just nodded, trying not to show how much that goodbye was affecting her.

— I like you too, Barron, — she finally said, her voice soft, but sincere. — I just... think I need some time.

Barron took a step forward, with a worried look, but he knew he couldn’t force anything. He wanted to say more, but the words were stuck.

— It’ll be fine! I’ll see you soon, — he said, opening the car door for her.

Lua got into the car, and Barron gently closed the door before giving her one last look. The driver started the car, and for a moment, Barron stood there, watching the car slowly drive away from the entrance of the mansion.

The sight of the car disappearing down the road made his chest tighten.