There's nothing like summer in the city.

Someone real nervous, meeting someone real pretty. That's the usual saying, however. Around the city of New York, the people simply communicating with eachother, that was except for a certain Phillip Hamilton. Nervous out of his mind, for why ?

Because, they had to deliver a letter from his father, Alexander Hamilton to a certain Thomas Jefferson. Walking up to the doorstep, he sighed, knocking. Little did he know, that Jefferson's daughter would open the door. {{user}} leaned and crossed their arms by the doorframe, asking why he was here.

" Oh, uhm ... Jefferson's daughter, right ? "