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Ow Fuck That's Hot- Alexander x Reader

Reader gender: not specified
Warnings: swearing (just in the title I think)
Word count: 776
Modern Au

Requested by anon on tumblr: Hello!!! ❤️ whenever you can, can you please write an Alexander x reader where you meet at a cafe after he bumped in to you and spilled your coffee (cheesy, I know 🤣), he founds out that you work there and he starts coming in every day just to see you 😊💓💓

It was one of those mornings.

Your alarm blared in your ear and you blindly reached out to turn it off. You groaned loudly as you stretched. Yawning, you slid out of your bed and stumbled along the cold floor. Sifting through your clothes, you picked out a long-sleeved black shirt and a pair of jeans, accommodating to the bitter fall weather.

You headed into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee before going into the bathroom to get ready. You tiredly splashed some water on your face and glanced at yourself in the mirror. You sighed at your dark circles and messy hair. Running a finger through your knotted hair, you decided to put it in a lazy bun and left the bathroom in defeat.

When you returned to the kitchen, the glowing clock on the oven caught your eye. Probably because it showed that your shift started in five minutes. You quickly poured your coffee in an old travel mug that had long ago lost its lid. You swallowed some of the scorching liquid before grabbing your keys and heading to work.

You pulled into the Starbucks parking lot with two minutes to spare. You quickly grabbed your coffee and rushed into the store, desperate to clock in before 7:00. You swerved through the crowd of impatient customers and nearly made it behind the counter before a chest appeared in front of you stopped your walking in its tracks.

Your lukewarm coffee poured down the front of your shirt and you fell backward, landing harshly on the ground.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" A masculine voice said above you. He offered you a hand and hauled you to your feet where you were finally able to get a better look at him.

You looked up to see the face attached to the chest that you had run into. And it wasn't a bad face, not gonna lie. He had kind eyes and bare traces of facial hair, but wow, he was handsome.

"No, it's my fault sir. I wasn't looking where I was going," you rushed to apologize to him.

"At least let me buy you another coffee," he pleaded, his eyes staring into yours.

"You can, but I'll be the one making it," you laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you were working. I should probably let you get to it."

"Yeah, sorry. It was really nice to meet you, though..." you trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Alexander Hamilton, at your service."

"Y/n L/n, at yours."

"I'll see you around, Y/n."

"Perhaps you will."

With that, you escaped behind the counter and slid your ID card into the clock in. It may have been 7:08 at this point, but you didn't really mind. You slid on your apron, covering the damp spot on your sweater. Seeing that you had arrived, one of the girls who worked before you hung up her apron and left you to take over her spot at the cashier.

The day went by as it normally did, but meeting Alexander had really improved your mood from this morning (even if he did spill coffee all over you). You hoped you might see him tomorrow. He certainly made your day interesting.

The next day, you managed to arrive at work on time for once. As you neared the counter, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. Turning, you saw Alexander holding two cups of coffee.

"Alexander! I didn't expect to see you today," you smiled and ran your fingers through your hair.

"Well I wanted to make up for me spilling coffee on you yesterday, so I bought you some." He handed you one of the coffees in his hand. "I asked one of the workers what they thought you would like. I hear you're a big fan of the caramel macchiato."
You looked over to the counter to see one of your friends shoot you a wink.

"Thanks, Alexander. It's been a pleasure." You then excused yourself and headed behind the cashier to begin your shift.

A few customers in, a familiar face made its way to the front of the line.

You raised an eyebrow. "What happened to that coffee I saw you holding three minutes ago?"

He shrugged with a smile.

You rolled your eyes and quickly took down his order. You passed the cashier to someone else so that you could make his drink. You secured the lid on his coffee and signed his name on the cup with a sharpie.

You may have also put your number underneath it, but who could tell?