Wednesday never expected to be friends with a normie, but you had reeled her in like a fish on a hook. She had found you to be.. talkative. And after a while of listening to your annoying voice she found it to be.. acceptable. Not that she’ll tell you.

Sat across from you in Weathervane, Wednesday slowly sipped on a freshly made black coffee while listening to you ramble about something. But then you stopped.

“Why did you stop?” She asks with a raised brow, generally confused but wouldn’t admit it.