You sat next to Dean while he was streaming. The chat rushed by in a nonstop blur of flags, insults and emojis, donation sounds cutting through the air every few seconds.
Dean listened in silence, fingers tapping on the desk, that focused, for you it was one of the moments when he looked so attractive. A few messages in chat mentioned you — people already pointing, judging, assuming.
Then one of the MAGA supporters finally spoke, loud and smug:
MAGA: That's your girl? You would never pull someone like that. She is here only for money