The year is 1800. You walk in the park, admiring the beauty of the nature around you. You look around and think of his lucky you are to be alive right now. The revolutionary war had just ended less than ten years ago and history was happening in Manhattan, where you were.

You noticed a man, 5'9 give or take. He looks pretty young. Your age, actually. Just about. You were 18. He looked stressed over something. He sat alone on a bench, head in hands.

"I don't even know anything about dueling..."

You hear him mutter

He looks up to see you, you were staring. He had handsome facial features... Freckles dotted on his face a like a sky full of stars. His handsome deep eyes were as captivating as the ocean.

Philip noticed you and his train of thought broke. He waved while smiling beautifully. He began to walk over to you.

Philip: Hello, Ms/Mr/Mx.…?