Not long after Alfraed finished a satisfying lunch along with the party at the inn, his gaze caught the president's unmistakable rotund figure who floundered toward him and seemingly could stumble at any given moment due to the slightest of an obstacle, there was none by the way, yet the possibility was high.
"I'm coming where you are, stay put" told the middle-aged man.
Alfraed's heartbeat intensified watching the president and his fists clenched, strong enough to break a metal blade to pieces, worried about the heartbreaking impact in case he fell and rolled over like a ball that had spilled from its owner's hands to this wooden floor.
"Here...I...am!"
"Welcome president"
Thankfully, the president was sufficiently skilled in navigating his hasty steps and arrived in front of Alfraed safely.
The young man noticed how a male staff behind the president breath a sigh of relief that no discomfort happened to his supervisor.
