A/N: I do read reviews!
Lafayette relaxed in the back of his silver Rolls Royce, sipping champagne and staring out of his black tinted car windows. He watched New York speed past, taking another drink of champagne.
"Samuel, sois gentil et arrête-toi ici." (Samuel, be a dear and stop here.) Lafayette spoke in his thick French accent, placing his champagne down.
The driver complied, pulling over to the side. "Êtes-vous sûr?" (Are you sure?) Samuel spoke back in French, despite being from America.
"Oui. Il y a un café ici et un magasin de couture sur la route. Je vais y aller." (Yes. There's a cafe here, and a tailor shop down the road. I'll go there.) Lafayette insisted, opening his car door.
Samuel sighed, "Je vais te chercher ici." (I'll pick you up here.)
Lafayette stepped out, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. He began to walk down the street towards the coffee shop. It was nice to walk down a street without being bombarded with cameras and the press.
He pushed the shop door open, the bell signalling his entrance. Lafayette took his sunglasses off, slipping them in his pocket.
"Bonjour," he smiled at the barista, reading her name tag. Peggy. "I'll have a white latte, merci."
"Can I take a name?" She grinned back.
"Lafayette."
Peggy scribbled this on his takeaway cup, starting to make his coffee.
Lafayette glanced around the shop, taking in the different characters. There was a male sat in the corner, tapping furiously on his laptop, occasionally scooping his greasy hair from his face. He ignored this male, continuing to study the room. There was a bulky, dark skinned male sitting by the window, sipping a coffee and nibbling a cheese scone. Lafayette took great interest in this man, gathering his features. He looked like the kind of male Lafayette would pursue, young and hot.
"Latte for Lafayette?" Peggy called, and the Frenchman turned around. He handed her three one dollar bills, taking his coffee.
"Merci." He nodded, slinking off.
Lafayette eyed the man by the window, watching him stand and leave the shop, shooting a smile at the barista. Lafayette shrugged, advancing down the street where he'd been told the tailors store was. The broad shouldered male was walking in front of him. Lafayette took in his fashion sense, it was very nice. He seemed very fashionable.
Lafayette hung back, distracted by some suits in a store window.
Hercules sighed, unlocking his tailor shop. He restuck the Models Wanted sign back on the window. He'd had multiple people come toward, but they didn't suit the model he was looking for. He sat by his desk, pressing the peddle of his sewing machine and continuing with the mint dress he'd promised Eliza Schyluer.
The door opened, signafied by the bell. "Hello?" Hercules looked up, expecting it to be yet another elderly lady.
"Bonjour!" Hercules took his foot of the peddle, jumping back in his seat. The man before him was absolutely gorgeous. He reconsided him too. And his French accent was sexy. It didn't matter that he'd only said one word.
"Hi, did you need anything?" Hercules moved something's around on his desk, accidently knocking a magazine off onto the floor.
The tall man bent down and picked it up for him, gazing at the front cover with a chuckle. "Zat is me!" He pointed to the male model on the front, smiling.
"Huh?" Hercules glanced at it, knitting his eyebrows. The man on the front was wearing a rainbow jacket, since he'd bought it in LGBT history month. "You're..."
"Marquis de Lafayette." Lafayette nodded, placing the magazine back on the desk. "I saw your sigh looking for models. I'm free." He smirked.
Hercules flushed red, the idea of a famous gay model working for him was enough to make any bisexual man blush. "Yeah, that would be good." He tried to act casual, but that melted away eveytime he spotted Lafayette's satisfied smirk.
"Perfect! Unlike ze English I spoke."
"Speak." Hercules corrected, standing. He shook Lafayette's hand, it was very soft compared to his own callus ones.
"Oh, merci." Lafayette kept his eyes on the male as he walked past him, pulling the poster off the window.
"Have a look at this, you can sit here if you want." Hercules nodded to the chair in the corner.
Lafayette couldn't keep his eyes off the man, realizing he'd never caught his name. "What are you named?"
"Me? Oh, I'm Hercules Mulligan." He smiled and Lafayette felt his breathing hitch.
He looked directly at the poster, trying to regulate his breathing. Oh god. Oh god.
Whenever Hercules would glance at Lafayette, the tall model would flush, looking down at the poster again. Whenever he smiled, the Frenchman found it difficult to breath. His heart was fluttering and butterflies were flying around his stomach.
Oh god oh god.
Lafayette knew he was Philophobic. He'd known it for ages. But never before had he felt so scared and nauseous, yet so fuzzy and warm at the same time. He wasn't sure if he hated it. Or loved it. Lafayette wiped his sweaty palms on his jacket.
"I am done."
"Great!" Hercules stood again, taking the poster from Lafayette. He tried to hide his blush as their fingers brushed together. "What do you think?"
"I would love to model for you, mon ami!" Lafayette grinned, standing from the seat.
"How long have you been in NYC?" Hercules questioned, glancing at the unfinished dress on his desk.
"Three days." Lafayette grinned.
"Would you like me to show you around? You can meet my friends too." Hercules grabbed his jacket.
"I would love zat!" Lafayette followed after Hercules giddily.
His palms were sweating and there was faint nausea in his stomach.
But he ignored it.
Lafayette had made a friend!
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Oh my god I love writing this so goddamn much like help.