***I DON'T OWN ANYTHING FROM RIVERDALE, BUT I DO OWN DIANA AND HER STORYLINE***
Diana cleaned her last table her with exhausted relief. The shift had been busy to say the least; a constant line of customers taking up residence in the crimson booths with never-ending orders. As she glanced around at the straglers, her eyes feel upon a lanky boy sitting in a booth alone.
He was around her age, dressed in dark clothing with a grey crown-like beanie rested on his head covering what appeared to be inky curls. His gaze was focused on the laptop screen in front of him as his slender fingers danced along the keyboard. He had been there for both of her shifts, sitting in the same booth as he stared at his screen. His shoulders were slumped over, but the air around him suggested that he was in his element sitting at Pop's diner.
Pop seemed to know the mysterious teen since he wordlessly placed a burger meal and a strawberry milkshake in front of him that first night, then replacing the meal with a cup of coffee and some cookies once the boy had eaten the burger. He had done the same thing the following night once the boy had come in making Diana realize that this must be a routine for them. He was nothing like the cookie-cutter people that walked around Riverdale and something about him told Diana that he was fine with that.
Throwing on a smile, Diana walked over to the strangers table and asked in a cheery tone "Need anything else? More coffee maybe?"
The boy grunted, blantantly ignoring her as he continued to press his fingers to his keyboard.
Not one to concede a fight, Diana glanced at his empty cup and plate and took them away. His eyes met her's with an outraged expression. They were like the sea, stuck between wanting to be blue and green, dark and yet lighter with a fire behind them.
"Don't worry Mr. Rowling, I'm just getting you a refill" Diana teased then marched to the diner's bar to do just that.
As she came back to the table, she saw he had gone back to typing away on his computer. When she placed the refill beside him, he aknowleged her with a nod of his head and a quick "thank you" before going back to his world of oblivion.
Shaking her head, Diana smiled and chose to collect her things. Before she left, she caught one last glance of the teen. He was looking at her with interest as he bit into a cookie. She waved at him as she walked out the door, the bells above her head chiming with their approval.
"Maybe this town won't be so bad" She thought as she began her journey home.