[Short, sweet, and horribly historically inaccurate, just the way I like it.]
Date of Origin: Wednesday, 18th December 2019
[crash, both fall to the ground]
Y/n: *brushes herself off, offering him a hand* "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr...?"
P: *smiles, taking her hand* "Phillip Hamilton. And don't lose sleep over it, Ms...?"
Y/n: "Y/n... Burr."
P: "The daughter of my father's mortal enemy?"
Y/n: *giggles* "I know, what a cliché."
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Lost Bits - Behind The Scenes
OverigI type out a LOT of dialogue, and, in honour of my 5 year anniversary, I figured I'd show you some. If I make these into proper stories, I'll move them to my Oneshot book. They're still x readers, but maybe a tiny bit more personal (and a lot more u...
