Hello! I'll make this intro short since you all have waited for a good while! I'm going to try and update regularly, or at least SOMEWHAT regularly! If you have any character/scenario requests, let me know! First come, first served, but I'll also be working from my own ideas! Thank you all for sticking with me! ~Evan (Mic)
John walked down the street, the cool, brisk wind creeping up his somewhat-covered neck. His long scarf danced in the air as he studied the pavement beneath him. The male shivered, wrapping his scarf around his neck again before pulling his arms close to his chest and crossing them. He wouldn't have been walking today, but his car was currently being worked on, and he absolutely needed coffee. Plus, he had a few friends waiting there for him. Why they couldn't take them we'll never know. His shoes seemed to scuff a bit with every other step he took. It took some time, but he eventually ended up at the small coffee shop.
Quickly, John pulled open the glass door. His now-reddened face was immediately hit with a soft warmth. He stood still for a second as the door gently closed behind him. "JOHN!" He heard someone exclaim. He quickly turned and noticed his small group of friends sitting at a table. John unwrapped his scarf a few times and walked to the table, sitting down. Alexander, Lafayette, and Hercules all greeted him as he sat. "Well, it's about time!" Alexander grinned a bit while speaking. "We figured you forgot or somethin'!" Laurens shook his head. "You guys know my car is in the shop right now."
Lafayette smirked. "Besiiiides, we all know he wouldn't miss seeing the Latte Hotte~"
John's face turned beet red, and not from wind chill. Lafayette was talking about (Y/N), the barista that John clearly liked. She mostly knew their usual orders since she usually worked whenever the group came by. John had taken a special liking to the barista, oftentimes bringing her up in conversations away from the shop. He also stared at her quite a lot...
"Shut the hell up, Laf," John shot. "I'm here for coffee. That's it." He turned to look at the counter and immediately saw her standing there, taking an order. As soon as he noticed her, he turned and sat back down. "I'll...go up when the line is shorter."
"John, there's literally no line."
John went silent as the customer at the counter walked away. "Damn it. Fine." He took a deep breath and walked up to the counter. (Y/N) smiled brightly at the male. "Ah! John, right? You want your usual?" John nodded, his order being a large latte with four pumps of vanilla. He was somewhat boring when it came to coffee. He placed his money on the counter and waited for (Y/N) to finish with his drink. She put the money in the register and passed him his drink before waving and walking to the back.
John sighed and returned to the table, where his friends were waiting for him. "So," Hercules began. "Did you say anything, huh?" John shook his head and began to drink his coffee. The warmth moved from his hands to his arms to his entire body. It wasn't until he was nearly finished that Alex spoke up. "Hey, John, what's on your cup?"
John looked down.
Oh, a phone number... wonder whose it could be~
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Hamilton X Reader Oneshots!
FanfictionAs I have become true Hamiltrash, I figure I need to write Fanfiction. Requests are open! *steps away* I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future Wattpadians wonder how Microwave reacted when you read her boooooook~