Laurens, I like you a lot!

Chapter 2

As I walk from Mulligan's residence to the mailbox on the corner, I think back a couple days. When John, the guys, and I were in the bar, no one else acted strangely when I pointed out their strongest qualities. I don't believe that I am in the wrong here, as I only needed to show burr how truly amazing our team is, which, let's be honest, the gang's pretty darn cool. We've got an immigrant tailor destined for greatness, America's favorite fighting Frenchman, a handsome yet mysterious man, the bastard orphan who rose from nothing but daddy issues and financial problems, and Burr.

That's the thing about Aaron, you see, he believes he is the smartest and the wisest man in the room. He thinks we should "wait for it" but I already told him, I'm not throwing away my shot. If we wait to make a difference, we might just be a ragtag group of guys trying to fix a corrupt political system and kick start this fetus of a country. I did ask him for a drink, though, as I wanted to get to know him better.

As the day goes by, I think about what I wrote.

Dearest friend,

I must inquire as to why you behaved so oddly the night we met at the bar. I must admit, you have an excellent eye for cravats. I've never met anyone who could rock a green one like you, my good sir. Back to the subject of this letter, why did you behave the way you did when I stated, "Laurens, I like you a lot."? You are very attractive when you blush, however, I don't understand why that required such a fuss. If you'd like to explain it to me, I would be most delighted to meet you at the bar along Horatio Street at sundown in two days' time?

Sincerely,

A. Ham.

I do hope he receives my letter soon, which he most likely will. He doesn't live very far from Hercules so I would hope it reaches him in fair time. I've had my fair share of love interests, and I know what some might think, but this can't be one of them.