Oh no. I'm walking to work and Thomas Jefferson shows up. I mean we work at the same place, but couldn't he have the decency to show up a different time than me?

"Hey Hamilton". He says, smirking.

Oh my god. Is he seriously flirting with me? Dude, I might be bi, but I'm sure as hell not interested in you.

"Hey, are you a library book? 'Cause I can't stop checking you out".

Eww. I roll my eyes at his cheesy pick-up line.

"No? Hmm, let's see." He scans me from head to toe. Pervert.

"Do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot?"

Eh.

"Hey are you the sun?" I reply. His smirk widens.

"Because I want you to stay 92,960,000 million miles away from me". His shoulders droop, and it's my turn to smirk.

He perseveres.

"On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?" He inquires.

"North Korea", I respond coolly.

He huffs and takes his phone out of his back pocket. Oh, thank God. He's done. He glances up at me, a look of false confusion on his face.

"I think there's something wrong with my phone. It doesn't have your number in it".

"Fine," I reply. "It's 1-800-Cassé toi."

"Hmm?"

"French for 'go away'".

His shoulders slump. He looks defeated. I'll admit it, he is kinda ho- WHAT? No! He's my sworn enemy. NO. No no no. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.

Jefferson looks up, probably having thought of another pick-up line.

"Do you have a band-aid? Cuz I scraped my knee falling for you."

AGH. Why am I thinking like this. I have half a mind to go kiss him! Actually....maybe. I pull a bandaid out of my pocket, hand it to him, and wink. Then I turn on my heel and walk away. You could practically hear him smile.