So here's the coffee and flower shop AU that no one asked for, but heck, I've had this idea in my head for a while and I just had to write it! I hope you guys enjoy!

Espresso and Geraniums chapter 1:

It all started when Alexander didn't pay his rent for the third week in a row. Alex had been running his own coffee shop, The Espresso of Tonight, for about three years now and he'd never forgotten to pay before now.

"Can't you just hold off for one more week?"

"I'm sorry, Alex, but it's been three weeks already and I don't think that I can hold off you paying for another week until people start to get suspicious," George Washington, Alexander's landlord, told Alex while stirring his macchiato.

"Is there anything that I can do so that I don't lose the shop?" Alex asked, bouncing all the balls of his feet, more jumpy than usual.

"Well...actually there is one thing, but you're not going to like it," George said, taking a long sip.

Like usual, a million of possible outcomes ran through Alex's head all at once, "What is it?"

"There is this woman who has been looking to open a flower shop on the main street but I told her that there are currently no open shops for her to rent…" Alex started to groan, "so she could share half your shop and pay half the rent."

Alex groaned again and ran his fingers through his already disheveled hair, asking, "When would she move in?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"TOMORROW MORNING!" Alex yelled, hitting the counter top and spilling an open container of sugar all over the floor.

"I told you that you wouldn't like it," George replied nonchalantly, taking another sip.

"This is blasphemy! Anarchy! Couldn't I have one more week to pay? I'll search through all my couch cushions a-and I'll scrounge up the money somehow!"

"No, Alex, you can't, and you're overreacting. Plus," George began, looking conspiratorially over his cup, "she's very beautiful."

Alex wasn't falling for that trap, "It matters naught, George, I can't be sharing my shop with just anyone! A bakery or a sandwich shop, maybe, but a flower shop? Not only will I be ruined, but the smell of her lilies will cover up the scent of my coffee! Flower shops and coffee shops just don't go together!" Alex was speaking just as passionately as he would about anything else, but it seemed to be having little effect on George.

"Have half the shop cleaned out by tomorrow, Alex!" George sang, while walking through the shop door.

After the doorbell finished chiming, Alex looked down at his hands, "Well, fuck."

"Yes, yes! Of course, I'll take it! Yes, I'll be ready to move in tomorrow. Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!" Eliza hangs up the phone and starts jumping up and down in glee. She immediately logs back into her phone and calls her sister, Angelica.

"You won't believe what just happened!" Eliza squealed, pacing through her living room, eventually making her way over to the couch, where she starts jumping on it.

"Probably not," Angelica chuckles, "what is it?"

"I got the flower shop!" Eliza screams, jumping more furiously on her couch, the springs making terrible dying noises.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Now there are two screaming girls on the phone line, "What happened?"

"Oh my goodness, it's the strangest story! Mr. Washington called and said that a man who owns a coffee shop needed help paying his rent and that if I wanted half of his shop I could have it!" Eliza's near hyperventilating with excitement now, "And of course I said yes! I mean, it isn't the ideal situation, of course, I would prefer my own shop, but I won't have to pay as much for rent, and that's all that really matters, right?"

"Of course, Betsey, and it might be good for you to start out sharing a shop. You should always start out small before you go all out and get your own shop," Angelica says, always the practical one.

"You're right, as always, Angie...oh! And I almost forgot, are you busy tomorrow? Washington said that I could move in tomorrow morning, and I was wondering if you could help me move in?" Eliza asked, finally sitting down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Eliza, but I have a date with John tomorrow and I can't flake off on him again. Remember what happened last time?" Angelica said, sounding a little sad.

Eliza just laughed, "Of course, how could I forget? John flipped out and spilled bourbon all over father! I honestly don't think that I've ever seen him so angry!"

Angelica started laughing as well, "Memories...but, seriously, Betsey, I'm sorry about not being able to help. I'll try my best to come in as soon as I can, though."

Eliza sighed, "That's fine, Angelica, I'll be fine. I'll see you soon, 'kay?"

"Yep, night Eliza, goodbye," Angelica said, hanging up the phone.

Eliza hung up the phone as well and threw it to the opposite side of the couch, before flopping down on her back and staring at the ceiling, smiling to herself a little. Tomorrow was finally going to be the day she could open her own shop. She just hoped that whoever she was sharing her shop with would be as helpful and kind as she hoped they would. Who knows? Eliza thinks to herself, Maybe they're just as excited as me moving in as I am about moving in!

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," Alexander says when he wakes up that morning and remembers that the flower shop girl is moving in with him today.

Alex quickly gets dressed and pulls his hair back into his usual ponytail before he grabs the keys to his car and walks out the front door.

When he arrives at his shop he realizes that the flower girl, as Alex has now dubbed her, his already waiting for him at the door of his shop.

She's a petite thing, Alex thinks to himself as he stares at her. She's wearing a little blue dress covered in geraniums and is bouncing on the balls of her feet while she looks through the window of the coffee shop.

"May I help you?" Alex asks, albeit quite rudely, as the girl turns around, and holy shit, the girl is even more beautiful from the front.

She has a round face and kind eyes. Her hair is a silky black and is pulled into an elegant ponytail, much like his own, behind her head.

"Hello," she says, and her voice is like a thousand tinkling bells. Alexander finds his heart beating faster; he wipes his sweating hands on his pants.

"Hello, you must be my new shop-mate," Alex says, smiling widely and putting on the charm.

"Um, yes, I think so? Are you Alexander Hamilton?" She offers him her hand, "I'm Elizabeth Schuyler."

Alex grabs her hand and says, "Yes I am Alexander Hamilton, but you may call me, Alex," he kisses her hand and she blushes, he finds that he likes that a lot, "It's nice to meet you, Elizabeth."

She giggles and takes her hand back, "And you may call me Eliza."

Alex smirks, "Well, Eliza, welcome to our shop."

Holy crap, this man is hot, Eliza thinks to herself, trying as hard as she can to remove the blush from her cheeks.

He's got his hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and has a slight shadow of a beard on his face, but neither of these things really grabs Eliza's attention like his eyes. They're a dark brown that you only find in coffee grounds, Eliza thinks, almost smirking at the accidental pun.

"So," Alexander says, bring Eliza's attention back to him, "are you ready to move in?"

"Yes!" Eliza exclaims, maybe a little too excitedly for this early in the morning, "When should we start?"

"Is now good for you? I can close the coffee shop for today if you want me to help you move in?" Alex says, opening the door to their shop, and Eliza is surprised at how much she likes the sound of that, their shop.

"That's okay, I wouldn't want to be any kind of hindrance to you!" Eliza says quickly.

"No, no, it's fine," Alexander smirks, "it would be my pleasure."

Eliza can't help but swoon a little at that, "That would be wonderful, thank you, Alex."

"Well, then," he says, fully opening the door to his shop, revealing it to Eliza, "Let's begin."

Well, there you have it folks, the first chapter of my Hamilton coffee and flower shop AU. I don't know if I should continue this and make it a series or if I should leave it as a oneshot. Please send me a review/message and tell me if I should continue this and tell me if you like it 3 3 3