Lin wandered the busy streets of Mexico, content just exploring and looking around. Suddenly, he hears singing. Following the voice, it leads him to a theater. He steps inside, and the woman's voice grows louder.

Looking around, he sneaks into the show, where a musical was happening on the stage. Lin stares at you, who was singing in a gentle but powerful voice. He was entranced by not only your voice, but you.

After the play ended, Lin scanned the crowd. After a few minutes, he saw you walking out into the crowd, shoving things into a brown tote bag that had a flap. He opened the program and saw your name next to the character you had played.

Lin cautiously walks over. "Excuse me, Y/N L/N?"

You turn around, and time stops. This man was possibly the most handsome person you had ever seen. Beautiful, shining brown eyes, short, dark brown hair, a perfect goatee, and the kindest and most adorable smile ever.

Your heartbeat speeds up, and you smile shyly as everything and everyone stands still.

"I'm Lin-Manuel Miranda," he says, and the time freeze breaks. You're almost disappointed at the fact.

You shake his outreached hand, and you feel tingles shoot up from your palm. "Nice to meet you."

"You did a really good job."

"Thanks." You pause. Lin-Manuel Miranda. That was a familiar name. Wait... "Oh my gosh. You wrote In The Heights! You were Usnavi! Wow!"

Lin laughed kindly. "That's me."

"I love that show."

"Thank you."

You smiled, not able to help it around his infectious positive attitude. "So, how come you're in Mexico? Don't you live in New York?"

"I do. I'm here on a vacation."

You notice an Alexander Hamilton biography sticking out of his bag.

"Oh cool, you're reading about Hamilton?", you ask.

Lin looks down, then back at you. "I found this book in a shop and thought, 'Might as well try it.'" He paused. "This might sound crazy, but I'm thinking of writing a musical about him."

You shake your head. "No, that sounds really cool. He's way underappreciated."

Lin smiled. "I know!" He hesitated, and a nervous smile grew on his handsome face. "Would you like to come to my hotel pool and hang out? I could use some insight on Hamilton." When you don't reply, he says hurriedly, "Sorry, that was out of line. I mean, we just met like a minute ago, and-"

"No, it's okay," you say, cutting him off. For some reason, you felt like you could trust him. "That sounds nice."

You both smile, and he leads you out.

Turns out, you had a lot more in common than just Hamilton. You both love theater, music, and are very good freestyle rappers. Okay, so he was a little better than you. But he's Lin-Manuel Miranda. What did you expect?

As you both sat on the edge of the pool (after you had bought a swimsuit from a shop on the way), you asked, "So, did you come on this trip with family, or-?"

"No, I came here with my girlfriend, Vanessa."

You feel a pang in your heart, and curse yourself. You just met him, like a half hour ago. You couldn't possibly like him already. "Oh, okay," you say a little too cheerily.

You stand up, and he follows your lead. "Okay, so on the count of three, we should jump in," you say, and he nods. "One..." You both look at the beautiful blue water. "Two..." You two bend your knees. "Three!", you yell, and jump in.

When you emerge from the water, you glare at Lin, who hadn't moved an inch. "Really?", you ask, annoyed.

He smiles cockily. "An old trick but a goodie."

You shake your head and began to climb out of the water. Lin offers his hand to you, and you hesitantly take it, knowing the stupid tingles you would feel from his touch. When he grips your hand, you grip his harder, and pull him into the water.

You laugh as he comes up from the water with an irritated smile.

You keep laughing, and finally, his annoyed expression melts and he grins. "Okay, I deserved that," he says.

"Yes, you did."

He laughs and splashes you, and you splash him back.

You spend the afternoon talking, laughing, and just getting to know each other. It felt like you were old friends, and just hadn't seen each other in a while.

You loved talking to him. He was so happy, so likable, so understanding, and really listened. You two clicked, and you felt like you had never met someone that understood you like he did. You didn't really believe in soulmates, but if you did, you thought Lin was yours.

But then you thought of Vanessa. Lin must love her. She must love him. He probably won't ever love anyone else. But that was okay. You didn't like him or anything, and you were okay with just being friends with him. That was fine. That was just fine.

Lin carefully laid down on the hammock with his book, and started reading.

"A wee bit obsessed, are you?", you tease.

He smiles at you, then looks back down at the book. "It's good. And it helps inspire me to write the musical."

You smile, then take out your phone and take a picture. (Author's Note: Hence the picture at the top...)

Lin looks at you curiously. "Did you just take a picture of me reading? "

You nod. "My friend is a huge fan of yours. She'll be so jealous I met you."

"Oh, so I have a fan?"

After sending the picture and putting your phone back in your bag, you look at him like he's stupid. "You're Lin-Manuel Miranda. You have a million fans." You lean against the pole that the hammock is tied to. "And once you write Hamilton, you'll have a billion."

Lin chuckled. "That's nice of you, but-"

"No buts. That play is going to be amazing. Soon, the world's gonna know your name."

He paused from his reading and looked up. "'The world's gonna know your name'. That's a good line. Can I use that in a song?"

"Go ahead." The wheels in your brain begin turning, and they click into place with a simple but perfect plan. "Um, can I see the biography really quick? I want to check something."

"Sure," Lin says, and leans forward and hands you the book after marking his page. He puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes.

Quietly setting down the book, you grab the rope that keeps the hammock up then push it hard to the left, causing it to flip over.

"AH!", Lin yells before falling into the water with a splash.

When his head pops up from the water, he shakes his head but still smiles. "Very slick, Y/N."

"I know. I'm like a ninja," you reply then strike a ninja pose.

He laughs. "How can you be evil but then funny at the same time?"

"I'm just gifted." Without thinking, you offer your hand to help him back onto the concrete. After all, you did just make him fall into the water with his sunglasses on.

He grabs your hand, and you silently curse yourself again. Suddenly, he pulls you towards him, and you trip and fall into the pool.

Water rushes up your nose as you sink deeper and deeper, until you finally realize what happened, and push yourself back up towards the surface.

When you see Lin, instead of laughing or looking smug, he looked worried. "Oh thank goodness," he says. "You were under there for a while. I thought that you might've passed out."

"It takes a lot more than a prank to knock me out," you joke, and his anxiousness went away, now replaced by a typical Lin grin.

You spend the rest of the day with Lin. He was the most amazing person you had ever met, and time went by so fast.

As the sun was setting into a sky of pink, purple, and orange, you and Lin sat side by side. You dip your toes into the sky blue water and watch as the ripples float out.

"I really needed this," you sigh. You turn to Lin. "Thank you."

He smiles kindly. "Me too. And you're welcome." He turns away from you, still smiling. "I'm glad I went to the theater."

You will yourself not to blush. "So am I."

He looks back at you and beams, joy shining in his chocolate eyes.

Not wanting anything to happen, you stand up. "Okay, I have an idea for the first song for Hamilton. One second."

You walk over to the chair where your stuff was on, and dig through your bag, looking for your notebook.

"Lin!"

Your back straightens as you hear another woman's voice.

You turn around and see a pretty Latina hugging Lin.

"I've missed you! Have you just been at the pool this whole time?", she asked, setting down her shopping bags.

Aaaaaand that was your cue to leave.

You quickly put on your shorts and shirt, slip on your flip flops, and shove all of your stuff back into your bag.

Stealing one last glance at Lin, you sling your bag over your shoulder and quickly leave, feeling his eyes on you as the gate swung closed.