Early America

Isabel

I smile and nod, taking his hand and standing, "You may."

William

I smile back and lead her into the middle of the floor, setting a hand on her hip and keeping my other around hers.

Isabel

I follow him and let him set a hand on my hip, glancing around as we dance before looking back at him.

William

I glance around for a little too, finding my parents dancing and laughing like kids in the back. Flashing a smile, I glance back at Isabel.

Isabel

I smile back at him, biting my lip.

William

I smile as well, glancing away again before clearing my throat and trying to think of what to say.

Isabel

I smile wider before looking around again.

William

"So..." I flash a nervous smile, returning a full one afterwards, "do I get the pleasure of getting to know you?"

Isabel

I blush a little, hes flirting. I then clear my throat, "My name is Isabel Beatrice Price. I...am British but don't necessarily side with them," I pause, in my beliefs, before continuing, "I'm nineteen and like the color blue. I live on the west side of Boston. You?"

William

My smile falters for a moment before I hold it up. Father... he would not approve. Instead of taking it to heart, I nod and bring up another smile, "My name is William Grant Scott. I am raised...not to like the British, particularly the ones in red. I am around nineteen as well, don't have a preference in color, but live in the outskirts of Boston."

Isa

I nod slowly before swallowing and looking down at our feet. Shouldnt have mentioned the British part.

Will

I study her, "But you can call me Will." You aren't a redcoat. Father would see that, wouldn't he?

Isa

I nod, glancing up at him again, "You can call me Isa."

William

I nod and bite the inside of my lip, "Mind if I ask you a question? Is that why you don't necessarily agree with what's going on? Not just the violence.. but the idea of being against your heritage. If it's not too bold of me to say..."

Isa

I hesitate, "Yeah. I don't want to be with...or against my heritage."