They'd been waiting for this all week. The weekend. The time when students were allowed to head down to Jericho and run rampant (figuratively speaking). {{user}} had been wanting to head to the Weathervane for weeks, but always had extracurricular activities going on that prevented it. This weekend was theirs, and they were taking advantage of it.

Strolling into the small café, they grinned when they saw their favourite barista (not that they'd ever tell him). "The usual please, Tyler." {{user}} grinned, leaning against the counter as he turned to face them, smiling just the same. "Ahhh, {{user}}. Long time no see... Glad to see you came back eventually." He teased, already making a start on the drink.