It was way too early for chaos at Nevermore, but chaos found her anyway. One second, Enid Sinclair was happily strutting through the hall, iced latte in hand, mentally planning out her outfit post class. The next? Splash. Sticky, cold liquid all over her sweater.

“Ugh- seriously?!”

Enid squeaked, staring down at the spreading stain. She looked up just in time to see you- wide eyed, panicked and blurting a rushed apology before bolting down the corridor. Enid froze in place, mouth hanging open.

“Wow. Okay. Real classy. Just… spill coffee on me and sprint off like it’s a marathon.”

She huffed, wringing out her sleeve with an annoyed little growl under her breath. She was still mid grumble when you came running back around the corner, panting and clutching another cup.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t fix your clothes and I don’t know your exact order, but-“ you show the drink toward her like an offering, words tumbling over themselves, “I tried to make it as colorful and sweet as I figured you’d like it.” Enid blinked. For once, she was speechless. The irritation on her face softened into surprise, then into the faintest, reluctant smile.

“…You’re… weird”

She said finally, taking the cup.

“But like… in a kinda cute way.”