Satisfaction: A Hamgelica Mystery

Past 7:00pm

The candlelight illuminated the dark room in a warm glow. There were a couple of candles set up along the counters just to add more lighting to ensure his date was comfortable. Sadly it wasn't working out the way he wanted. Alexander was right on time. Fettuccine noodles were served with the gooey sauce drizzled on top. A glass of wine was in the center of the table ready for pouring, he even managed to convince Aaron to go out with his girl so Alex could have the room to himself. Yet here he was, sitting alone at a table in a clean and neat suit waiting on Angelica who hasn't showed up yet.

Alexander glanced down at his watch.

7:14

"Was she serious? Did she really just stood me up?"

He couldn't help but speak his mind out loud. He was sure he felt a connection and he was certain she felt it too. Hamilton would never admit this out loud but he was a hopeless romantic. He's had many girls approach him, guys too, and as much as he considered them, none of them were really his type. After just a mild conversation he already knew all he needed to know about them. He wouldn't be satisfied. Sometimes he thinks he never will. Yet for a moment when he breathed out his first words to that remarkable woman, he was sure she was just like him. That maybe things would be different. It's exactly why he went out of his way to make dinner and dress up for the occasion.

"Then why isn't she here?"

He thought back to the last conversation he had with her. "I'll consider it. At seven you'll know my answer.." 

7:16

Well that's great. He decided to dip his fork in his plate and wrap a few noodles around it. "I can't let good food go to waste." Without further ado, he slipped it in his mouth and slid the utensil out. It was pretty good he admitted and now he'll be the only one who knows it.

After an hour or so, there was a knock on his door. Alex was washing up his dish as he glanced towards it. A small grin spread on his thin lips. "Fashionably late? I didn't think you were the type." He dried his plate with a dish towel before settling it down and heading towards the door.

Before he could open it, the door suddenly gaped. His bald roommate was behind it and had his eyes closed with a hand covering his face for extra precaution. "Please tell me you have clothes on, Alexander. I don't want to walk in on anything." Burr's voice projected with worry.

Hamilton's grin faded once he realized it was only Burr. He scoffed, swiping him away. "What type of man do you take me for? We only just met!" Bitterly he sat down against his own bed.

Burr cautiously lowered his hand and peered through only to see the coast perfectly clear. He sighed in relief until it processed longer in his mind. "Oh. That's odd. I thought she would have still been here. I worried I came too early."

Hamilton shook his head as he grabbed a book from the drawer beneath the nightstand. "She didn't come."

"At all?"

"Not at all! She stood me up."

"So my guess is you made a bad impression on her."

"I don't recall." He thought back to it as he stared at the front cover of the textbook blankly. She seemed suspicious of him, mostly because of how quick her defenses were, but nothing struck him as out of the ordinary. Besides, from what he recalled their dispute turned into a form of flirtation. For sure it came from his end. He could have sworn she returned it, unless he misread.

Burr read his expressions like a book. Hamilton was expressive, opposite from him that was for sure. He could tell instantly that this troubled him. The former prodigy of Princeton walked towards his own bed and sat on the edge. As he spoke he began to slip off his shoes. "Perhaps she had a good explanation, sir. I can recall that Ms. Schuyler is a loyal woman to her family, her sisters most of all. Perhaps something occurred."

Alex went quiet, lifting his head to face his friend. "Without a text? An indication that something happened and she wouldn't come?" He then truly dug into it. She never did give him a solid answer. Before Alex could say anymore, Aaron spoke once more.

"Well when you see her tomorrow, you can ask her."

The Hamilton leaned back against the backboard of his bed as he contemplated on it. Though he wouldn't admit it out loud, maybe Burr held a point. He just had to wait and ask tomorrow. For once, he had to wait.