[y/n jefferson x phillip hamilton]

Phillip would sit on his park bench, tiredly, before he saw you. He straightened up, fixing his posture, as you came and sat beside him. “ hello.. what’s your name? “ you asked sweetly.

“ phillip, phillip hamilton. “

Hamilton? You recognized that name.. “ oh! You’re Alexander Hamilton’s son, the one everyone’s talking about! My father’s sworn enemy. “