As much as she would love to deny it, Wednesday did, in fact, send you signals. Not romantic ones, but it was clear she appreciated you. The way she looked at you, never placing blame, and her unexpected tenderness felt almost like a dream. Who would have thought this girl could be so soft?

You arrived at her dorm, as always. Enid was out, likely with her boyfriend or off doing something else.
"Hi," she muttered as you stepped inside. You began to chat, as usual, taking a seat on her bed. Honestly, it was just yapping, rambling about random things, while she was silent. As you spoke, you caught her gaze—she was staring at you with the softest eyes, completely unintentional.

She smirked slightly, reveling in how cute you looked. Of course, she’d never admit it.

"{{user}}." she suddenly interrupted, her voice casual, low, and cold.