Warning: some cussing, small smoking references

You're walking down the New York streets, a cigarette dangling from your mouth as you take a few puffs. You're headed for the coffee shop, in desperate need of an espresso, you spent all of last night writing your essay that was due today. Everyone around you was in a big rush, you hate it, you wish people took life slowly, but the second everyone had their mind set, they move so fucking quickly. You throw your cigarette in a trash can as you walk in, pulling your hood off as you go to order your drink. The news is playing on the tv, "Donald Trump passed law keeping Muslims out" you groan. "I hate that son of a bitch, the bastard can't even make a good law!" The barista comes over to take your order and you sit down to wait as customers circulated in and out. Soon all of the tables are filled and youre sitting by yourself, drinking your coffee. You love this little shop, it has the best coffee, it was ideal for studying and completing homework last minute. Wait, homework. You still have a little more of your essay to write! As you reach into your bag to pull out your laptop, someone sits down across from you at your table. When you sat up, you saw it was a cute college-age boy with black curls and freckles spreading across his face. "Fuck off, Freckly," you say bluntly, you aren't in the mood. "I would if there was somewhere else to sit," he says, rolling his eyes. You sigh, "Well... make sure you're quiet at least." "I'll try," he nods. You log onto the free wifi, and find it is running slower than a snail, "Shit." Mr. Freckles looks up from the papers in front of him, "Excuse me?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow. "Internet's slow," you say defeatedly. "I have a mobile hotspot turned on on my phone if you want to use that," he suggests.
"Thanks, you're a lifesaver, Washington would have had my skin if I didn't have this finished," you breath a sigh of relief.
"I take it you were supposedly done about a week ago?" he muses, a grin playing on his face.
"Yeah, what's the password?"
"Turtle1776." you look at him confused, "1776? Like the Declaration of Independence?"
"Yeah, always been a favorite topic of mine."
"Well that is exactly what this essay is over." He laughs, "Your professor, Washington, assigned an essay over the Declaration of Independence?" You were getting kind of annoyed, "Yeah, now, if you're an expert or something can you tell me the names of all of the old dead guys who signed it?" He pulls his chair next to yours, "Let's see, what do you have already?" you blush, "Erm, John Hancock and Thomas Jefferson..." you trail off, he shakes his head, "Yeah, you need help, the name's John, by the way, John Laurens," he looks at you expectantly and you shake your head slightly, "Oh, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." He grins and you can't help but notice how charming he is, "Well it's a pleasure to help you, (Y/N)." You blush again, "The pleasure's all mine," you said quietly as you let him take the laptop to point out errors and fill you in on who signed the damn paper.

I had fun writing this one, guys, so I hope you like it, too!