Requested: By myself honestly, but this is also my (pretty late) fic for Day 1 of the Hamilton Write-A-Thon, hosted by @hamwriters (thank you!!)
Pairings: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Summary: The Reader works in a coffee shop, and she feels a bit territorial about her favorite customer {Coffee Shop AU}
Warnings: I donât think so
A/N: I hope that you guys like this, I was super unsure about it until @secretschuylersister was the sweetest person ever and read it for me. Sorry that this is being posted so late, I was traveling yesterday.Â
Saying that felt unfair, but you couldnât help but smile every time he came back. Most of the time, he looked even more worse for wear than he had the last time. His hair was constantly disheveled, the bags under his eyes were worrying, and it looked like he owned one sweatshirt that he might have lived in. And somehow, he seemed genuinely happy to be there.
And when you were working with Corrine, he was one of the few people that was able to pull you out of the sour mood that you inevitably fell into after working with her for more than a few hours. You had opened that day, all by yourself. It wasnât like you were scheduled that way, either. A few minutes after the morning rush, Corrine waltzed in. She looked well rested and pleasant. It took everything that you had in you not to choke her out.
Lin was making his way up to the counter, and you had already started his two shots of espresso.
âHello, sir. Can I help you with anything?â You glanced behind you to see Corrine actually attempting to help a customer. But something felt off. She was leaning too far over the counter, and her voice sounded more like a purr than a barista helping a customer.
You mouthed his order to yourself as he responded. âVanilla latte with a double shot, please.â
âOf course, Iâll just get that started for you.â Corrine said, tapping a few buttons on the register before rushing over to where you were putting the finishing touches on his drink.
âIâll get this one.â She said, making it sound like she was doing you a favor by taking credit for your work. You watched her in disbelief as she handed Lin the cup, holding onto his hand for a few more seconds than really necessary and then stood watching him make his way out of the shop.
You sighed to yourself, thinking that at least she wasnât going to show up this early two days in a row.
You were sadly mistaken when you arrived to work the next morning to find Corrine behind the counter. Not only had she beaten you there, but she was sitting behind the counter doing no actual work.
âHey!â She called, head snapping up from her phone when she heard the door open.
You chose to simply smile in return, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.
âSo tell me, who was that man whoâs order you knew by heart yesterday?â You held your breath, hoping to allow yourself at least a few seconds to calm down. âBecause he is going to ask me out if itâs the last thing he does.â
You fought to keep the confused expression off of your face. Somehow, you felt more hurt than annoyed. Usually you rolled your eyes at Corrineâs antics, but this time felt different.
Oh God. You liked him. And somehow you had managed to be completely oblivious until Corrine wanted him. Typical.
âI donât know much about him.â You said, taking off your coat and tying your apron around your waist. âHis name is Lin-Manuel and he likes extra sugar in his coffee, even if he is a little bit embarrassed to ask for it.â You realized Corrine was barely even paying attention to you anymore, so you chose to stop talking, allowing silence to fill the room again.
âWell then, I guess that I will just have to take it upon myself to do some investigating.â Corrine said, tapping away at her phone.
You struggled through the morning rush, Corrine lounging in the back room while you somehow managed to spill not one but two cups of coffee on yourself.
By the time that Lin walked through the door, you were looking a bit worse for wear. âHello!â you called, still feeling a sense of relief when he walked through the door. He fixed you with his blinding smile before making his way to the counter. âVanilla latter with a double shot, right?â
His eyebrows drew together, confusion clouding his features. âYou know my order?â
The blush was nearly instantaneous. âIt is kind of my job to know your order.â
âMost people donât bother, I guess.â He shrugged, and you were more than happy to let the subject drop.
Before you could say anything else, Corrine sat a cup of coffee in front of him. âItâs on the house.â She said, winking at him. You noticed a phone number scrolled along the side. Your heart suddenly felt a bit less fluttery, the butterflies abandoning their home in your stomach.
âOh, well thanks!â He said, fixing her with a grin before grabbing the coffee and heading out of the shop.
âI think that my work here is done.â Corrine laughed, slipping on a coat and throwing her bag over her shoulder.
âYou are scheduled for another four hours today.â You said meekly, gesturing to the cork board where the owner posted your schedules.
âI have to get ready for my date with Lin tonight.â She was talking to you like she was explaining a perfectly simple concept to a child.
âHe already asked you out?â You were fighting not to feel defeated, but the doubt was swallowing you whole.
âNo, but Iâm sure that he will now that he has my number.â And just like that, she was gone.
Even though you were left alone for the foreseeable future, the morning rush was over and it would be nice to have some time to yourself. You had just begun to gather up the dishes left over from that morning when the bell over the door rang.
You struggled to find words as he approached the counter, but they were all getting caught in your throat.
âIâm really sorry, I donât usually do this sort of thing, but this is the worst cup of coffee that I have ever had in my entire life.â Lin said, chuckling. He sat the latte on the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets sheepishly.
âI can honestly say that I have never seen Corrine make a latte in the entire time that I have worked here, so that doesnât sound very farfetched to me.â You tossed the cup into the trash can, starting two new shots of espresso for him.
âSo that was her number on the cup then?â He asked. You might have just been projecting, but it almost sounded like he was disappointed.
âYeah⊠sorry if she made you uncomfortable. Corrine can be a bit entitled at times.â You poured the espresso in the cup and gathered up all of the materials that you would need to steam his milk.
âI wasnât uncomfortable with her giving me her number, but I might have been hoping that a different girl had written herâs down as well.â
âI- I think that we might be able to work something out.â Your heart was going insane, but you felt like you were going to float away. You added the vanilla and some extra sugar to his latte, scrolling your name and your phone number on the side of the cup.
âIâll see you later.â Lin said, accepting the latte and taking a large sip.
âI havenât agreed to anything yet.â You called after him.
âI have confidence.â He laughed, giving you one last smile before pushing the door open.
You got a text message a few minutes later. It was from an unknown number, but you knew exactly who had sent it.
Can I pick you up around seven? I promise we can go for something other than coffee! :D
