Romance is Overrated: A Hamilton story

Romance is overrated, or is it?

It was just another day at the Kings College Cafe in New York City. The scent of fresh coffee in the morning, and the happiness that the customers feel when they are handed their drink or snack. 

The Hamilsquad(The unofficial name that Alex gave the friend group.)would meet up every Friday to work on their End of the Semester Project. In English class, Mrs. Washington assigned them a five-page essay on the concept of romance. That seemed to be pretty easy for the whole class, except one.

"Why would she give us a paper on the notion of love? Not everyone has someone they can make out with," Lafayette said in his broad accent. He was carrying a tray of drinks, two of which were for Hamilton and Eliza.

"Jealous much?" Hamilton joked while feeding the love of his life a chocolate-covered strawberry. He bopped her nose which made Eliza giggle.

"You've never been in a relationship before?"

Lafayette rolled his eyes. He'd never been obsessed with the idea of having a girlfriend. Even though all of his friends have girlfriends doesn't automatically mean he should have one, right?

"Well not everyone wants to date Hamilton," Lafayette said. He tightened his bun, a trait he would do whenever he would be annoyed or stressed.

"Don't worry Laf, true love will come when fate allows it," Eliza said as she tried to dodge hamiltons quick kisses on her neck. She started to feed Hamilton his strawberry smoothie.

"Well, it better be soon because that project is 50 percent of my grade," Lafayette said. Eliza and Hamilton laughed.

Lafayette never believed in love or fate. He had other things to think about. Like school, getting paid, or at least getting an hour of sleep. The last thing that was on his mind was romance. But that didn't mean he couldn't be jealous from time to time whenever he would see his friends hanging out with their lovers.

He was about to say something when a loud voice called out to him.

"Yo Laf!" Laurens yelled. Lafayette went up to the counter to meet the curly-haired man. "Here's a Caramel Frappuccino with extra whipped cream for table 17."

"Thanks," Lafayette placed the drink on his silver tray and made his way to table 17. He saw a girl sitting alone on her phone with a sketchbook. She wore a light pink Chanel coat and skirt, with a white shirt with ruffles. Lafayette knew her parents were probably rich. She had jet black braids with golden hair jewels and wearing cherry black lipstick on her plump lips.

"For you madam," Lafayette said. He placed her drink on the table.

"Merci beaucoup," Adrienne said tenderly.

"So your French I see," Lafayette joked. Adrienne chuckled.

"Oui," Adrienne said. "I was born in Paris." She slicked back her braids gently.

"Same," Lafayette grinned. It felt somewhat comforting to talk to someone from his homeland. As much as he enjoyed living in America and meeting his life-long best friends, he couldn't help but feel alone sometimes.

He noticed the sketchbook on the table was open. With pages filled with flamboyant and creative designs. Lafayette couldn't help but gasp.

"Did you create those? Ils sont si beaux!" Lafayette exclaimed. Adrienne blushed slightly.

"You think so? I-I finished those when I was here," Adrienne said. She was quite shocked to find that someone found her designs quite delightful. Usually, no one acknowledges her designs. Like her father.

"Pourquoi bien sûr," Lafayette said happily. "Can I see more, If that's ok with you?"

"Oh! Oui c'est bon." Adrienne said while handing him the white sketchbook. He flipped through the pages. Each one is filled with extravagance and wonder. From the dresses to the suits, Lafayette was enamored. Each time he flipped to the next page his smile grew larger and his eyes more in amazement. He could tell that love and care were put into every one of those drawings. Adrienne was a little embarrassed at first but started to feel a warm feeling ignite in her chest. She was blushing whenever she saw the look of joy on his handsome face.

"Here you go," Lafayette said snapping Adrienne out of her trance. She felt tingles down her body whenever she heard his rich accent. Once he gave the book back to Adrienne, she looked down at the watch with the number 10:30 appearing on her screen.

"Oh, mon Dieu! Je dois y aller. My 10:45 class starts in less than 20 minutes." Without hesitation, Adrienne started to pack her things and started to make her way to the door. Lafayette followed behind her.

"Wait Miss, you forgot your drink." Lafayette handed her the Frappuccino. Adrienne hung her head in embarrassment while giving him a thank you. Lafayette chuckled. Just when Adrienne was about to leave Lafayette called out to her one more time.

"Can I ask for your name? I know we just met but-"

"It's Adrienne, Adrienne Noailes," She said with a gentle smile. Lafayette started to blush a little bit.

"Lafayette, but everyone usually calls me laf, except the teachers," Lafayette laughed. Adrienne started to laugh which made him blush even more.

"Well then, I'll see you again Laf!" Adrienne said while waving goodbye.

"You better!" Lafayette remarked. They laughed even more.

He stood there for a few minutes with that same grin on his face, absolutely smitten.

"Well, Well, Well. Looks like our favorite Frenchman has fallen in love," Hamilton announced. He slung his shoulder around Lafayette. Even though he was a little annoyed at Hamilton, he wasn't wrong.

"Whatever," Lafayette replied. He moved away from him and went back to the kitchen. He started to think of her again, with his expression softening. He longed to hear her soft deep voice again. Wanting to see her beautiful face. For the rest of the day, all he could think about was her. Once he made it to his dorm, he laid on his bed. He wondered if she felt the same way. Maybe he could have a chance with her.

Nahhh.