he came into the printing press, covered in snow, and asked what something meant in the papers, such as that “Capt. Alexander Hamilton was to hear something to his advantage”. You said you could take him to General Washington, seeing as you knew him well, and Hamilton immediately agreed.

“It would be a pleasure. I’m staying at the inn at the far end of the street. We’ll leave first thing tomorrow.”

with that, he left, going back into the shitty snowstorm outside.

Timeskip to next morning.

you mounted your horse, and after a few moments of riding, you found Alexander waiting impatiently, as he always were, and gave you a firm handshake, that somehow felt warm, despite the cold. Hamilton let out a sneeze, not used to the cold at all, unlike you.