Café con Leche (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)
this was requested awhile ago and I’m sorry I just now got around to it! hope you enjooooyy
Request: Hi! I love your imagines! Could I request a fluffy Lin x shy!reader? Any plot you want, thank you!!
Summary: Reader sees Lin at their favorite coffee shop, but is too shy to approach them. To their surprise, Lin approaches them instead.
“Y/N,” the barista called out, announcing that your drink was ready.
You stood from your cozy table in the corner of the shop to pick up your drink, leaving your book, Hamilton: The Revolution, on the table face down. After retrieving your drink and giving a slight smile of appreciation to the worker, you sat back down and continued to read the piece of art.
It had been months since the book revolving around your favorite musical was published and, at long last, you finally got your hands on a copy. You purchased it this morning and hadn’t put it down since, reading it on the subway, reading it as you waited for a crosswalk to grant you passage and lastly, reading it here at your favorite coffee shop. It was a tiny little place off Broadway that most people ignored seeing as there was a Starbucks no farther than a five minute walk away. You were grateful for it though, as it provided a quiet and comfortable environment to peacefully read.
Five pages later, you heard the ring of the bell that signalled a new customer had walked in. You briefly glanced up from your book then looked back down, only for your eyes to go up again in a rapid double take. Was that Lin-Manuel Miranda?
The big brown eyes, the short stature, and the bag bursting with papers should’ve been enough to confirm that that man was in fact the musical genius that is Lin-Manuel Miranda, but your mind couldn’t quite process it all. You realized you were staring and held up your book to cover your face, completely forgetting that said book was written by him. Should you approach him and ask for a picture? An autograph? No, you knew he was a busy man, what if this was the only break he got today and wanted to spend it alone? What if he just wanted some time to himself?
You sighed and slumped lower into your seat, still making sure your face was hidden behind your book. Knowing that you’d never muster the courage to actually go and speak to Lin, you decided to just leave him be. Maybe you’d sneak a picture of him after he sat to validate your story when you tell you friends all about it later, but that would be all.
Lin finished ordering his drink, then turned around to survey the shop for a place to sit when a certain book cover caught his eyes. He smiled to himself, immediately recognizing the book and deciding to say hello to the reader. He approached the table, cleared his throat and said, “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
You froze when you heard his voice, instantly being able to recognize it. Slowly but surely, you began to lower the book and uncover your face, being met with the legend that is Lin-Manuel Miranda. You hadn’t a clue why he opted to sit across from you when there were plenty of other tables available, but you built up the strength to reply, “N-Nope.”
“Excellent,” he said, sitting down across from you. He removed his bag from his shoulder, placing it beside him as he spoke, “I couldn’t help but notice the wonderful piece of literature you’re reading.”
You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks in an instance. That’s why he came over. How could you have been so stupid to hide behind a book when it’s author was standing a few mere feet away? You ignored your idiocy for the moment and said, “Yeah, it’s uh, it’s pretty great.”
“Have you seen the show?” he asked, engaging in casual conversation much to your surprise.
It was incredibly hard for you to think of the correct words to say, your mind drawing a complete blank due to your inspiration sitting directly across from you. You softly replied, “No, I haven’t.”
“Why not?” Lin asked you in response.
You answered his question, slowly growing more comfortable and easing yourself into the conversation, “It’s impossible to find tickets, and even if I did I can’t afford them.”
“Well, that’s no good,” he told you before asking, “Whatcha doing tomorrow night?”
“What?” you asked, eyes wide and in complete shock.
Lin chuckled a bit and repeated, “Tomorrow night, what are you doing? There’s always a few no shows in the audience and I can put your name on a list as a standby, get you their seat.”
“What if there are no seats?” you asked him, still baffled that he’d suggest this.
He threw you a smile and told you, “Then I guess you’ll just have to stay backstage with us. You in?”
You eagerly nodded your head and exclaimed, “Yes! I mean uh– yeah, I’d like that.”
Lin’s smile grew at your reaction and he said, “Great! I’ll see you then, Y/N.”
“H-How did you know my name?”
“It’s written on your cup,” he smugly said, even daring to throw a wink your way.
Heat rushed to your cheeks again at his words, but thankfully you were saved from any further embarrassment as an employee called out, “Usnavi, your order is ready.”
“Usnavi?” you asked with a slight laugh.
“What? It reminds me that I came from miles away,”Lin said, laughing along with you.
You looked at him confused and asked, “Weren’t you born in New York?”
“Alright! It reminds me that my ancestors came from miles away. Geez, let a man live,” he joked, pulling out a sheet of paper from his bag as he laughed. He quickly scribbled something down on the page and folded it in half before standing to go retrieve his drink. When he got back to the booth, he grabbed his bag and placed the sheet on the table. He said, “This is for you. See ya tomorrow, Y/N.”
“Can’t wait,” You told him in complete honesty with a smile. He smiled right back at you before leaving the shop, the bell ringing behind him as the door shut.
You quickly grabbed the piece of paper he left behind, unfolding it and reading it over with the largest of smiles:
just in case things go south tomorrow. can’t wait to see you again, it’s only a matter of time.
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