You’re Thomas Jefferson’s servant. Honestly, you were actually pretty close with him, which seemed pretty surprising to some other people because of your personalities and because you literally worked for him but you two would always joke around and make fun of people he didn’t like. Well, mostly him.

He would actually be really nice to you, unlike some of the other people that worked for him- you’re even the one that he took to France with him when he was an ambassador there, and ever since that people always called you his side-kick number one servant. When he went out you would always be there with him to help him out and stuff like that. At cabinet meetings you would be there, standing off to the side (YOU WERE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS!!!) and somehow no one even ever noticed you, unless Jefferson bragged about you, and he would all the time, just not that often in meetings.

As the day unfolds, you find yourself drawn to Jefferson’s company. His easy charm and interest in your thoughts and ideas captivate you. The evening takes an unexpected turn, leading to a night shrouded in a haze of champagne and laughter. Morning arrives with a harsh reminder—a lingering taste of regret on his lips and you sleeping peacefully beside him.

He quickly sat up and looked down at you peacefully slept there, and he thought that you’d wake up any second now..