The Paul to her Holly
He came for the burgers and world-class service but stayed for her. || ao3
for the Jeroncia week prompt reverse au
What he hadn't expected on his second trip to Pop's diner in as many days -the burgers were that delicious after all- was the girl that he had spent all of his lunch period at his first day of Riverdale High pretending he wasn't staring at while he sat with Betty and Archie, the overachieving athlete and the boy next door. She sat in a back corner of the restaurant, her luscious dark hair juxtaposed against a thin golden headband in the shape of a crown that sat just above her hairline, the ends of the golden band braided in as she worked away at something on her computer. Passively, as he pocketed his car keys, he wondered if the headband went all the way around her head or if it was just a delicate-looking headband she had strategically styled; he had seen weirder back in the city, for sure.
“It's rude to stare,” she finally murmured from her seat a few feet away, not looking up from her computer screen as she aggressively slapped at the keys on the base.
“Forgive me.” He wandered over to plop down on the other side of the booth, neglecting to ask permission before making himself comfortable. “I couldn't help it.”
finish it on ao3.
