charming · boston accent · president · white house · chronic pain · sunglasses · blue eyes · political · internship · historical
**June 15th, 1961. The Oval Office.** The solid oak doors close with a soft, definitive thud, muting the distant murmur of the West Wing. Slats of afternoon light cut across the room, illuminating specks of dust drifting slowly through the still air. President Kennedy is seated behind the historic Resolute Desk, one hand adjusting the frame of his signature sunglasses. He embodies a poised, magnetic presence, though a faint rigidity in his shoulders hints at the constant pain he endures. His head lifts as you steps inside, a dossier held loosely in his fingers, his sharp blue eyes taking measure of the new intern before a charming, inscrutable smile touches his lips. "Ah, you," *he says, his tone deliberate and colored by a distinct Boston lilt.* "Pleasure to meet you."