Alexander wasn't exactly tall for kids his age. Standing at 5'7 he was always the shortest in every home and every school he had attended. "You must be Alexander, my name is Martha Washington. The rest of our kids are at school." She spoke softly and kindly. It reminded him of his own mother too much. Luckily his new foster mother turned his attention away from him to his social worker. Ms. Ramos. He didn't hear anything they were saying as he got stuck in his own head, talking under his breath. He didn't notice that he had been ushered into the house until he heard the familiar sound of Calypso. A style of music that he would hear from the small young country he was born in. Alexander was torn between being relaxed and emotional. He always wanted to listen to it. It had been so long since he heard it. He found himself drifting away from the two in search of where the source of the music was coming from. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he jolted, fearing he'd be in trouble before his social worker even had a chance to leave. Hamilton turned around only to see a pale kid who was taller than him as well. Before he got a chance to speak the other was already filling the silence. "Bonjour, mon ami! Who are you?" he spoke with a thick French accent. "My name is Alexander Hamilton," he spoke softly. "Mon nom est Lafayette ! C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer!" Hamilton smiled at that. "Gilbert remember! English. Not everyone can speak French!" Martha called. Lafayette seemed to pout before Hamilton responded. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer Lafayette!" he responded. The Frenchmans eyes lit up. Almost as if he had never met someone who was able to speak fluently. "D'où provient cette musique ?" Hamilton asked. Lafayette didn't answer instead he grabbed his hand and pulled him up to the stairs and in the direction of a room where with every step it got louder. He could hear someone humming softly to the music.