The President's Daughter (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

4 After Talk Explination

Quickly slipping away this time was not as easy and eventually (Y/n) had to give up and dive straight first into a mob of people in order to lose her secret service in order to meet Daveed outside the room.

Nearly running past him she let out a yelp when he caught her by the arm in order to keep a guard from following her, "shhh, there he's gone,"

(Y/n) felt her face flush a bit as Daveed held ber back against his chest in a nook within the hallway behind a curtain as her secret service guard rushed past before the two slipped out.

"H-hi-thanks for that, they're trying to keep way too close of an eye on me, I can't stand it" (Y/n) says before shifting anxiously. "Look I can explain!"

"No, it's fine, really, I just. Wow never thought you'd be the one to try and slip away, after all, who your dad is?"

"You're not a serial killer, and I doubt anyone would want to take me, hostage, I don't know anything at all about what my father does. It's hush hush." (Y/n) says dryly.

Daveed let out a small laugh, "Oh yeah, no I didn't think so. But I'm just surprised you didn't like point out who you were earlier,"

"I try not to flaunt it around, it's not something I'd like to be, but it just is something I deal with. It just makes things more difficult to be honest...they're always people befriending me because of who my dad is, not because they like me,"

Daveed frowned, "That's why you didn't flaunt it, you just wanted to talk with someone who wouldn't-"

"wouldn't hopefully care? I get it, it's hard to deal with that, you don't have to be my friend, but thank you for tonight it was rather pleasant, to actually talk with someone without them freaking out. Even my professors do that, they offer me extra time to do assignments and everything and I hate it."

"Yeah special treatment sucks...I've gotten so many of that with Hamilton, I mean I appreciate it, but sometimes I wish there wasn't this cloud over my head that made me more visible,"

"Right! It's so much pressure too. If you step one foot out of line it badly reflects everyone apparently," (Y/n) grumbles.

"Oh my gosh yes! I have to be so careful what I say and do now, it's insane," Daveed points out.

The two were by now just walking along the hallway, eventually leading to the terrace on the White House.

"Oh! Your performance was amazing by the way, I was rather blown away, I'm not usually one to see or listen to music, I like the sounds of telescopes whirling as they enhance images of the stars," (Y/n) admits.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. And really? Not one for music?" he teases. "Just telescopes?"

"I'm an astrologist, and try to escape everything by using my university's telescope...I really want to work at an observatory some day..." (Y/n) says.

"Pretty cool, so like NASA stuff?" Daveed asked her.

"Well not really, I mean I guess so...if it came down to it. But I'm more one to look at the stars than want to try and work a way to go to them, that's more engineering, and quite frankly I can't build Ikea furniture right, I doubt I'd make a good engineer"

Daveed seemed to laugh at her joke as the two leaned against the railing looking upon the green lawn of the White House.

"Hey Daveed, could I ask a question?" (Y/n) asks, hesitantly.

"You already did but yeah what?"

"Would you perhaps want to take a tour of DC with me tomorrow? Or are you leaving?"

"Well we're supposed to leave tomorrow afternoon-but I think if you want to explore early in the morning we could figure it out? I'd have to get your uh number?" Daveed said back hesitant himself.

(Y/n) let out a small laugh, "Well that wasn't as smooth, but here," she says slipping a paper out from her pocket, thankful her dress had them and she always carried a small notebook around to write notes in. "Write your number down and I'll text you when I get back to my room as I don't have my phone on me. Then I'll try and slip out after 6 and meet you at a Denny's? We can snag breakfast and then explore a bit of the monuments?" she suggests.

Daveed carefully took the notebook and pen and quickly wrote it down, "Great, just us though right?" he asks.

"I mean I was hoping so...but if your friends and castmates want to join I guess they could?" (Y/n) says hesitantly. "But they can't like talk about it or anything...since like I'll be out..."

"Yeah! No that's fine-I'll ask, they might say no since 6 is pretty early."

"But if you go later the sunrise is missed over the monuments, it's really pretty, and even then, there aren't as many people," (Y/n) points out. "I usually do my morning runs there...not that my parents know... but my security does but I'm sure to try and ditch them tomorrow!"

"Great, it's a plan-for sure-I'll be waiting for your text and I better leave because that burly man is coming straight for us," he points out making (Y/n) turn and groans.

"Goodbye Daveed-see you tomorrow," she whispers moving to squeeze his hand before going off to her guard to apologize even if she wasn't sorry in the slightest.