My name is Adriane Evans. I decided to move to New York since things was crazy with my family so I just thought I'd left. A new start is something... now it's just making friends. I'm half French half British so it's kind of easy understanding American language. I had all my suit cases with me as I walked to the house I was living in.

Making new friends won't be easy but I will make the best of it! I open the door to my place which wasn't that big but it worked. I close the door then place my things down, but to my surprise there was already a few things here, also a bed. I shrugged and settled down for a while and grabbed my phone. Maybe I should walk around for a while I thought and started walking out the door.

I lock my door then I just walked down the street. I was daydreaming about how much money I would get for being famous for no reason at all. All of a sudden, I fall back and winced at the pain of my butt from falling. I open my eyes and see a man with a ponytail but not that long reaching his hand out to me.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

I nodded in response and took his hand. "That was my fault, I wasn't paying attention." I said rubbing my head nervously.

He smiled and pulled me up gently. My face was a bit close to his so I took a step back, my face slightly pink. We both looked away then I sighed and picked up my phone.

"Anyway, who are you?" He asked me.

"I'm Adriane Evans but people call me Evan...you can call me whatever you please." I said as I fixed my position.

"Then for now, I'll call you Adriane." He chuckled and put his hands in his pockets.

I giggle then it was just a awkward silence for a few minutes. Can someone just break the ice? I thought. 

"Would you like me to show you around here? Maybe meet some people I know?" He asked in a soft smile.

I thought about it for a while. "I guess since I have nothing to do." I shrugged.

I let him lead the way as he started walking, showing me a few places till we reached what looked like a club. He gestured me to come inside with him so I followed. There was really no one in here besides a few people.

"Look... I don't know you and all and if you want me to get drunk, that's not happening mon ami." I used a bit of French.

He looked shocked but for a few seconds. "I'm Alexander Hamilton but you can call me Alex or Hamilton." He said, "I'm not trying to get you drunk and I didn't know you were French..." He said.

I rolled my eyes then he laughed. We walked side by side to the group of people who were talking to each other. I began to get nervous, I hated meeting people in groups. As soon as I sighed, everyone turned to look at me and Alexander. I stared to sweat nervously.

"Got another girlfriend we don't know about again?" A guy with a ponytail also spoke.

"Shut up Laurens, I just met her today." Alexander spoke in annoyance.

I kept quiet and waited so I can leave. I didn't want to talk to a group of people. I was only ok with talking to one person at a time but this is gonna be very difficult trying to talk to them.

"So, whose the girl?" A man with a black tank top spoke looking at me.

"Why won't you introduce yours- ...come one, can't you at least say hi?" He nudges my arm.

I shook my head, I had my hair covering my face since I didn't want to be shown. He sighed then walked towards the others. I went to find a place to sit at away from the group of people. I sat down at the table in the corner and stayed silent. How much I regret being here..... I thought.

A felt a presence staring at me but I didn't want to look up. The chattering got quiet but only the voices of two people were heard and I was able to hear clearly.

"Can you try to make her a bit comfortable here Laf? She's been quiet for a while." Alexander said.

"I guess I could... a friend of yours is a fr-" 

"Just do it Laf..." Alexander said.

It was now silent and I thought it was just me but I was wrong till I heard steps echoing in the club. A chair was moved in front of me and I knew someone was about to sit down. As soon as I got up I looked for a brief  moment to see who it was. It was a dark-ish skinned male with wavy thick hair in a ponytail but a few pieces hanging close by his eye. He also had three earnings in his ear. His clothes were a black t-shirt and ripped jeans with sneakers.

He looked at me worriedly but also annoyed. I sat back down and looked at him. 

"Bonjour...." He said.

"Bonjour...?" I replied.