I yawned, not wanting to get up. I had to, though, not wanting to be late to work. I shrugged a jacket on over my grey tshirt, and slipped tight black jeans on. I then headed to the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar from the cabinet.

As I locked up the apartment, I sighed. I didn't want to go to work today. I never felt like going.

I took the train I normally do, the thirty minute ride of commute to work. Today I sat in a different car, and grabbed a seat next to a lady with her son. Looking around, I noticed a young man sitting across from me, furiously writing in a notebook.

Hm. Cute.Wait, John. Come on, man, not again.I watched him until it was just us in the car, everyone else rereaching their stop. Mine was next.

I cleared my throat.

"Hello,"

The man bolted up, and looked at me.

"Oh. Hi."

"Are you going to the next stop?"

"No, I'm just sitting on this shitty contraption because I can." His response was cocky. I liked it.

"I'm John. John Laurens."

"Alexander Hamilton."

"Pleasure meeting you."

"Likewise."

And just like that, it was over. Conversation done. He went back to writing in the journal aggressively.

Maybe he's writing about the people on the train before they left. Maybe he draws!

I doubted it. He didn't look like one to draw.

"Where ya headed downtown?" I asked.

"Just to walk around, I guess." There was hesitation in his answer.

"Oh? Any place in particular?"

"Um, no." Curt. He didn't want to talk.

We pulled up to the station, and I hopped off, rushing through the crowd, jogging up the stairs. I had to get to work on time, we had an interview lined up for nine this morning. As I neared the building, I slowed slightly.

Inside was quiet, suspiciously quiet. I walked through the twisty halls, going to my room. I unlocked the door, flipped on the lights, and flopped onto my chair.

Ten minutes later, Adams walked into my office.

"Laurens, the guy backed out. Do whatever, that was all we had today. Business isn't going too well right now."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Yeah, just go."

I locked up, and walked out into the crisp New York air. I strolled down the street, and decided to drop into a coffee shop. Inside wasn't too packed.

"Fancy seeing you here, Laurens."

I turned, seeing the man with dark long hair standing to my left.

"Oh, hey. Name was Alexander, right?"

"Yes,"

"Ah, cool. Where ya sittin'?"

He pointed to a corner booth, and I followed him to it, sliding in across from him.

"Like coffee?" I asked.

Dumbshit. Of course he does.

"Yep. I come here every day." Just then a phone rang, and he scrambled to pull his cell out of his messenger bag. I gave him privacy, busying myself with the menu.

"Hey... yeah, baby. I'll be home soon, don't worry, babe... yeah, of course! Yes... love you too!"

He hung up.

"Sorry."

"Oh, no problem!"

Damn. He's got a girlfriend at home, course he does. Who could pass up that face?

Hey, guys! New story, please review. Currently having writers block, lol.