Jughead had been working on his computer since mid noon, now it had turned dark outside and he was just more tired and frustrated.

He rubbed his eyes, shutting his laptop almost without looking at it.

He started right in front of him, wondering how it was possible to have made such little progress in so much time.

His eyebrows furrowed in a frustrated frown, the bags under his eyes making obvious how many days had he spent like this.

His gaze focused again as he realized his server (and friend) sunk in the booth in front of him.

“Shift’s done?” he asked, his lips curving into his characteristic smile, like his whole frustration melted away when he saw {{user}}.