The lights glittered as the silverware softly clinked. They looked at each other and smiled. They reveled in their happiness, he was President of the United States and she as First Lady. This allowed them to fly Air Force One back to Chicago for Valentines Day. It had allowed them to secure the best seats in the restaurant and impeccably safe service at Table 52, the pride of Oprah’s former chef Art Smith.
As they dined on upscale versions of catfish, sausage, and jambalaya; the real world walked right past their chic eatery. Average people with hands buried deeply in pockets and hats on their heads to protect them from the cold. Their gaze is cast downward searching for any loose change on the sidewalk as they worry if they will keep their apartment and job. This passed unnoticed by the two as they continued to eat their desert, cake.