Writer!Jughead & Waitress!Betty Runaways AU
He’d always come in for a burger and a milkshake when the evening haze coated the diner in shades of orange and pink. As time passed in ticking neon he’d switch to coffee as black as the night’s sky, the red in his tired eyes as bright as the red on her bitten lips. She’d trade a freshly filled cup for a freshly filled mind, with his tales of a place that existed beyond the welcome sign of Riverdale. She’d see the defeat in the downturn of his mouth, and he’d see her frustrations in the dents of her palms. One day he’d take her hand, and she’d take his keys, and together they’d chase the setting sun.