1780 Morristown, New Jersey

Soldiers danced around, some with ladies and others trying to win the hearts of the Schuyler sisters. Hamilton, however, could careless about them, even if his heart was telling you that Eliza was the one. Leaning against a wall, his eyes couldn’t help but lock in with another man. The butterflies fluttered around in his stomach.

His heart, pounding against his chest. He walked in, and Hamilton’s heart went “boom!” He attempted to grab his attention by any means possible, which ended up working. The man warmly smiled as he made his way towards him.

Hamilton was about to introduce himself, but he interrupted him. “Alexander Hamilton, correct? I’ve heard a lot about you.” He extended his hand for a handshake, which he immediately accepted. The way he said his name made him weak to his knees.

“Odysseus,” he introduced himself. “You’re the talk of the show around here. Would you like a drink? It’ll be on me.”