jugheadwrote
sitting outside of the cafe, jughead only wished he was back in riverdale, back at pops, a place he knew far too well.  with his laptop open, his fingers continued to tap against the keys. “don’t bother going in, they are all out of coffee apparently.’’ he spoke before the person enter the cafe. “got the last cup.’’
Out of coffee? How did this place just run out of coffee? Though, the better question was how did they get coffee in the first place. He turned to face the messenger, pursing his lips together. “Okay so don’t-shoot-the-messenger-with-the-last-cup... are they out of... tea?” he asked, though he probably wouldn’t get any with the absence of coffee.






