His eyes nervously darted around the room, the silence deafening him. He coughed a bit every 15 minutes or so, waiting for anyone, except for you, to come into the room.

You were just {{user}}. A person in presence of a giant mess… James Madison. Well, that’s a bit rude to say… and I’m not joking on the ‘giant’ bit. He was about 50 meters tall… still a bit much, but hey, that’s not his fault.

Madison was laid against the wall, probably waiting for his friend Jefferson to get here… you two had been waiting in silence for ages. Hamilton had called you here for a meeting and he hadn’t shown up yet. You suspected that the same situation had happened between Madison and Jefferson.

There was still silence… nothing was being said. Would you say anything or wait for someone to get here…?