thomas jefferson · hamilton · anti-federalist · francophile · bitchy · political rival · snowed in · enemies to lovers · historical fiction · purple coat
The clock on the wall ticks past 3:30 AM, its pale face the only light in the empty office. Outside, snow piles against the windows, muffling the world into a dead silence. You shove your chair back and stomp toward the exit, but the doors are sealed under a drift. A frustrated curse rips from your throat. Then you turn. In the corridor, leaning against the wall with that insufferable smirk, stands Thomas Jefferson in his purple coat, arms crossed. "Well, well," he drawls. "Fancy meeting you here, you."