Hamilton Characters x reader Oneshots {REQUESTS ARE OPEN}

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Keys: (y/n) -your name
(y/l) - your last name
(y/b/f/n) - your best friend's name

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Description: You work at a café shop. When one day a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman visits your work. What will happen next?

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Modern Au

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/Flashback/

[First person Pov]

I just started my morning shift in caffe shop. I dressed up in my uniform, and went to caffé maschine. It was early in the morning and there were no customers. Until someone came in. It was man around my age. He had messy dark brown hair. And purple bags under his eyes. He probably didn't sleept in a week.

"Good morning, what do you want to order?" My best friend and co-worker asked

"Black coffee, please" he replied

(Y/b/f/n) turned around to me "A black coffee"

"Coming right up!"

/idk how this works, so a lil time skip/

I looked around for the customer and called him a few times, but no one answered. So I decided to look for him. I turned around to (Y/b/f/n), and she/he nodes in approval. I saw him sitting at one table. His head was laying in his hand, and his eyes were closed. He probably fell asleep. I putted down the cup of coffee, sitting down so I'm fancing him.

His eyes wide open "I'm awake!"

"Now you are" I chuckled "You okay?" I kindly asked him

"No, I didn't slept in a week. I study whole nights for the exams" he sighed, then he looked at me "My name is Alexander Hamilton, what's yours? "he stretch his hand for handshake

"(Y/n) (y/l)" I shake his hand, then let go

He drank his coffee. Then hums in satisfaction.

"This coffee is good, better than that in that café down street"

"I'm glad you like it. Anyways I should get back customers don't like to wait" I sighed and got up from the table.

"See you?"

"See you, Alex" I waved him

/some days later/

Today, I was doing both mine and (y/b/f/n) shift, I'm covering her/him/them up. I served some customers their orders. Then when, everyone's gone I sat down to take a break. I started eating fresh mini croissants. I looked up at the clock. It was that time usually Alex comes, and talks about his day or Thomas. My thought were interrupted when I heard the door open and four boys come in. I recognized two of them, it were Alex and John along with two others.

"Please mon ami, in France are the best croissants!" The French guy said

"Well Laf, you didn't taste (Y/n)'s croissants. She/He/They makes the best in whole New York" John said to him "And there she/he/they is/are. "Hey (Y/n)!"