1780, A Winters Ball.

You're Elizabeth Schuyler, fair lady, everyone has tried to dance with. You notice these two soldier boys from across the room. Upon Approching them, their chatter is struck silent. One, the shorter one, looks you up and down. The other, Marquis de Lafayette. A man you used to court, decided it wouldn't work, and stayed friends with.

Alexander: "Hello.. there.." Lafayette: "Bonjour, Elizabeth."