Washington emerged onto the front patio grinning and waving and a man who seemed around John’s age, stood slightly taller behind him with armfuls of papers. Henry and John hoped of the carriage to greet Mr. Washington and the other man behind him. Mr. Washington smiled at the both, “Good day, gentlemen. It’s nice to see that you have arrived safely,” he shook Henry’s hand then turned and offered it to John. Firmly taking his hand, John shook like he was always taught, looking at him directly in his light blue eyes, almost as to say ‘this is my property now’. Almost instantly, a change showed on his face- like he could feel the authority in John’s handshake. Mr. Washington pulled his hand away and stepped to the side so the man behind him could step forward. “Mr. John Laurens, this is Marquis de Lafayette. He is my secretary, but will be yours for the time being.”
John looked at Lafayette and held out his hand. Lafayette took it and shook it, not as firm as John and Mr. Washington did, but he knew how to great someone. Lafayette had his dark curls pulled back into a ponytail, keeping his dark brown eyes visible. He had stubble of a full beard and mustache, but it was rather well kept. He was tall, but not as tall as John- probably around 6’1 and wore a fitted suit that was dark blue in color. “It will be a pleasure working with you, Mr. Laurens,” Lafayette said, voice heavy with a French accent. “As it will for me with you, Mr. Lafayette.”
Smiling, Henry Laurens bid the