Hamilton & In The Heights One-shots!

3- Tailor's Accountant (Mulligan)

[Third, Modern times.]
[TW: Body Shame to positivity]

Ding ding~!

"Hello?" Eva called into the alterations and tailoring shop, the front area seemingly empty and quiet. That is, until there's a crash heard from behind a few racks of clothes. Eva flinched, leaning forward to try to see if they were okay. "Sorry..."

"Oh no! It's okay! One moment!" A deeper voice called from behind the clothes, a bit of clattering following.

"No rush, please take your time to finish." She said, resting her bag on the countertop. Soon, a tall and fairly dark man came out from the back. He definitely had some height on her, and muscles forever. His sleeves rolled up on his biceps, his shirt perfectly molded to his body. "Are... you the tailor?"

"Yes, yes I am. Hercules Mulligan, at your service." The man replied and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. This man had the body of a god and he's a tailor???? WHAT? She glanced over him again, he had the frame of a football player, but looking around the shop, he made the most delicate and beautiful pieces. "And you are...."

"Eva!" she shouted, and the blush rising on her own caramel skin as she tries to keep her cool. "I-I'm Eva, apologies. I was coming for the front desk and accounting position?"

"Yes, I am terrible when it comes to keeping books and records. I just sew!" He chuckles, though his laugh was mostly at the sheepish nature of the woman infront of him. How adorable, he thought.  "I could use the extra hands."

"Absolutely, I'd love to help." She says as smoothly as possible, but let's be honest. She has no chill, whatsoever. "When can I start?"

"Tomorrow." His smile was warm, and she felt the blush rise in her face again as she lingered. His chuckle brought her back again from her daze.

"S-sorry! I'll talk to you tomorrow!" She bowed at the waist, an old habit of hers, before nearly running from the shop. 'That's my boss?! God, I have no chill.'

'She's adorable. Tomorrow...' The thought, shaking his head with a smile as he went back to his work.

*6 months later*

She had been working for him for a while now, but her shyness remained.

"Thank you! We'll call when it's ready." She waved another customer out, stapling another order number to a clothes tag, noting the changes needed.

"Eva, get back here! I need you." Herc called from behind the clothes jungle.

'I need you too...' she thought to herself. She had fallen hopelessly for him, but she knew she was way out of her league. An adonis like him deserved more than a curvy plus-sized accountant. She sighed, dropping the dress in a bin before making her way back. "Yea, boss?" She asked. He was knelt by a mannequin, putting finishing pins on his newest ensemble. The two had become pretty good friends, he often asked her opinion on designs, she tried on pieces but always felt bad when they didn't fit her. 'He needed a better model' she thought every time she never could fit into something for him to see how it fit on a lady.

"How tall are you?" He asked, focused on his work.

"Um... 5 foot 4. Why?"

"What size dress do you wear?"

She blushed lightly, scratching her arm. "24..." she mutters. She was no model.

"What was that?" He paused, glancing up to her over his glasses... Damn.

"Twen... twenty four, boss." She said a little louder.

"There is no way you're a 24, hun." He said, sitting back on his stool. 'Oh god, he thinks I'm bigger than that.' She mentally panics.