Chapter 1

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"Father! Go away!"

"GET BACK HERE, (Y/N))!"

I wake up drenched in sweat. It has been 15 years since I've seen my father and I definitely don't want to see him again. I wipe my eyes as Jade, the Schuyler family maid, walks in.

"Good morning, Miss (Y/N). How did you sleep?"

"Well," I lied through my teeth.

Jade kneels down so she can look me in the eye.

   "Miss (Y/N), I know you better than that. What happened?"

"Just the usual nightmare.. You know.."

Jade is very understanding and kind. She's always been nice to my sisters and I.

"Hey, I know a café that recently opened up. You can go there and grab a coffee and come back more refreshed!"

"But my paper-"

"No buts! Off with you!"

She lays a (F/C) dress on the bed and leaves to give me some privacy.

•••

I walked down the street. I usually don't take this path, as the normal restaurant and café we attend are more towards upstate New York.

I walk in the door, a tiny bell jingles and a short, woman greets me.

"Hello! Welcome to the Mama Bear Café!"

"Thank you. You are?"

"Rose Bearinson."

"Rose.. I remember that name.. Do you remember a(n) Y/N Schuyler?

A few men murmur quietly amongst themselves after hearing my last name.

"I remember a(n) Y/N Rosenburg.."

I blush upon hearing my old name. It's a foreign name from a foreign country.

Rose glances at me. "Funny, she had your French accent..."

I roll up my sleeve to show a scar left by my father's knife. If this is the Rose Bearinson I knew, she should recognize it.

"I remember... That's the scar that soaked your sleeve red. Oh! Where are my manners. You can meet my friend, Aaron Burr!"

A young man with very short black hair, dark skin, deep brown eyes, and 5 coffees at his side sits at a bar. He turns to look at me, sending shivers down my spine. He is a handsome man, his posture is even intelligent. He stands up and politely kisses my hand. I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Aaron Burr, at your service, Miss?"

"Miss (Y/N) Schuyler. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss (Y/N)"

I smile politely, then Rose speaks.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'll have you seated."

"Can I have a coffee over here, Rose?"

"You have had 16 coffees, Burr! I think it's time to stop. I'll get you a water."

Burr groans as Rose seats me at a table.

"What would you like today?"

"Just a coffee and a muffin please."

Rose nods. "Coming right up!" She walks off and returns shortly with my coffee and muffin.

I take a sip of my coffee. I can see why Burr had sixteen coffees, it's heavenly.

I see Burr walk over to my booth, he puts his hands on the seat on both sides of my legs, I fluster up.

"B-Burr?..."

Burr moves his face closer to mine "Yes?"

"Y-you're making me uncomfortable..."

Just as I think Burr is going to kiss me, he reaches his left hand over and grabs my coffee.

"Thank you, Miss Schuyler. I apologize for making you uncomfortable but as a college student, I need as much coffee as possible."

"All of that was just for coffee? I could have ordered you some!"

He ignores me takes a sip and a smile teases his lips.

"You know, we have drank from the same cup so we've cup kissed, (Y/N)."

I roll my eyes and turn away from him.

"Celebrate that because that's the most you're getting from me, Burr."

He chuckles. "Is that so, Miss Schuyler?"

I nod once and eat my muffin. He's definitely a flirt. A handsome one at that but flirting isn't the way to win my affection. To be honest, I haven't seen better attempts to win my heart.

"Are you going to walk away now, Burr?"

"Sorry, I got lost in your eyes. Can you give me directions back to my seat?"

"GO."

Burr walks back to his seat and I sigh. I've always been this way whenever a young gentlemen approaches Angelica, Eliza, Peggy or I. It's frustrating. Everyone so desperate to marry a woman they don't know for money.

•••

I say my goodbyes to Rose and walk outside. It's a decently cool day, being fall. Suddenly, a man pins me against a wall and smells my (H/T) hair.

"Hello there, lovely.."

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