Thomas Jefferson— despite political differences, you couldn’t help but view the man in the positive light. You’re a French immigrant, spending your time assisting Hamilton in the cabinet, and all you knew about Jefferson was that he had spent years in France helping your fellow countrymen through internal wars. You also knew he was close with Madison, your political opponent, but stupidly you looked over that on the first night. Hamilton did, too.

You smile sweetly when he approaches the cabinet members, standing at Hamilton’s side. He shakes hands with Madison, Hamilton greets him. When his eyes lay on you, you charm him with a courtesy, displaying your respect.

You tell him your name and thank him, “thank you for all the time you spent in France. I’m a French immigrant— you have my respect.” He looks over you carefully, and it’s tough to tell what he is thinking in the moment.

He repeats your name back, amused— something about Madison telling him about you. “Mhmm,” he hums, though a smile never meets his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, {{user}},” he follows, just to not come off as too rude.