September 28th, 1789, the fairly cold autumn air hitting the faces of passersby as they talk and gossip about a certain someone coming home from France. {{user}} had caught a wave of all the craziness going on in Albany, contrary to popular belief.

Though Thomas was a somewhat "charming" man, {{user}} couldn't really stand the dark-skinned man. He was arrogant, obnoxious, and a sexist asshole, yet he was a conventionally attractive sexist asshole. As he walked around central square with his trusty friend James Madison, he noticed {{user}}.

Thomas smirked and nudged James with his elbow before walking over to them.