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Wednesday liked working at the coffee shop.
It was generally pretty quiet, as the place was seldom ever busy. At most, there'd be a small group ordering at once and a few people loitering around inside, working on their laptops as they sipped their brews.
Wednesday wasn't much of a coffee snob. If it weren't for the fact that she worked there, she wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between a mocha or a caramel frappe or a latte or a macchiato. She had the same order every time (which she got for free since she worked there) of stark black coffee. On days she felt particularly lethargic, she would add a shot of espresso, but that was as far as she ever deviated from her routine.
The orders some of the customers bought made her queasy, with their sickly sweet aromas, but she kept that judgment to herself. After all, it was overall a very good job for her, and she had no interest in potentially getting fired because she hurt a customer's feelings.
She was annoyed by Enid from the moment the girl first stepped into the store. The girl was a blonde, but she had streaks of random colors dyed throughout, and she wore a nauseatingly colorful outfit alongside it.
"Ooooo" the girl said, a bit too enthusiastically. It took Wednesday a moment to realize it was directed at her. "A black apron. I've never seen that before! The other baristas I've seen here had red"
"I'm allergic to color" Wednesday said flatly, earning a chuckle from the obnoxious girl. It wasn't a joke. She actually was allergic to color, and had gotten a special-order black apron to prevent any reactions, but she found that she didn't care enough to explain that to this girl. "Tyler and Xavier are off today, so you're going to have to deal with me"
"That's okay!" Enid replied, too loudly. Wednesday backed up slightly, attempting to distance herself from the loud girl.
"What do you want?"
"I'd like a vanilla and caramel latte with sweet cream, chocolate drizzle, and cinnamon on top, four pumps of sugar, and enough milk to feed ten cats" Enid said, maintaining that awful smile she'd had the whole time. The mere thought of such a sugary and creamy concoction made Wednesday want to quit right then and there, but she simply nodded, rang up the order, and got to work.
Much to her irritation, Enid didn't go away while she waited for her order. No, she stood at the counter, watching Wednesday's every movement. Wednesday hated being watched, but she tried her best to simply ignore it.
"So..." Enid spoke, and Wednesday didn't have to look to know that the girl was (unfortunately) still talking to her. "You work here often? I've never seen you before"
"Just Tuesdays and Saturdays" Wednesday replied flatly.
"Ah, I see" Enid nodded seriously. "Well, then I'll just have to start coming in here on those days more often"
"That's really not necessary" Wednesday replied, gritting her teeth.
"Not much of a talker, are you?" Enid asked, and it took everything in Wednesday's power not to take a fresh pot of scorching hot coffee and dump it over the girl. Instead of a violent outburst, she opted just not to respond, hoping that would make the customer shut up. Of course, though, it couldn't be that simple. "Maybe we should hang out sometime!"
I'd rather wear a pink tutu, Wednesday thought, but she didn't voice it. No, she just kept quiet, and Enid finally seemed to take that as a hint to stop pestering her.
When the girl eventually left with her half-drank coffee, she waved enthusiastically and bid Wednesday a farewell, which was not reciprocated.
Wednesday prayed that was the last time she'd ever see the girl.
When Wednesday clocked in at her next shift, she was alarmed to find Enid had appeared in the short time it took her to put on her apron and go to the counter.
"Hi!" Enid said enthusiastically. Wednesday stared at her blankly. "Why so grumpy?"
"I'm not paid to smile"
"Right..." Enid cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Well, I'd like a-"
"Vanilla and caramel latte with four pumps of sugar and enough milk to kill a small Victorian child, topped with sweet cream, chocolate drizzle, and cinnamon" Wednesday finished for her, leaving the other girl looking stunned. Then, much to Wednesday's horror, Enid beamed at her.
"You remembered my order?"
"I'm a professional" Wednesday said blankly. That wasn't really what it was, though. No, the truth was that Wednesday hadn't been able to get the obnoxious girl out of her head in the several days since her previous shift. It seemed, to her dismay, that she had finally fallen victim to the Addams Family Curse.
She'd developed feelings for this insufferable ball of sunlight.
"Right, yes, of course" Enid replied in a faux-serious tone, but that awful smile stayed locked at the corners of her mouth.
Wednesday wished nothing more than to be taken out back and shot like a dog past its prime.
Enid became a regular and, the more she showed up, the more Wednesday found herself growing infatuated with her.
By all metrics, she should hate this girl. And, yet...
She didn't.
She liked Enid. She even found herself disappointed the one time Enid wasn't there during her shift.
So, when Enid eventually brought up the idea of the two of them hanging out again, she accepted without hesitation.
The two made plans and, when the time came, Wednesday was there fifteen minutes early.
It tore her apart inside, realizing she'd fallen for this girl, and yet it also filled her with a sense of... Positivity.
That's a new one.
Their hangouts became more and more frequent, and they learned a lot more about each other through it.
Enid discovered that Wednesday was extremely touch-averse. This was a bit hard for her to deal with, as she was incredibly clingy, but her care for Wednesday went beyond her neediness, so she learned to accept it.
Wednesday discovered that Enid wasn't actually happy all the time. If anything, the girl seemed to be a bit bipolar, working in extreme highs and extreme lows. It was a lot to process for Wednesday, who seldom ever felt anything, but she learned to navigate it.
And, it wasn't too long before they made their relationship official.
"Wednesday, are you smiling?" Xavier asked teasingly the next time they had a shift together. Wednesday quickly assessed her facial muscles and found that, yes, she had been.
Her smile quickly dropped.
"Tell anyone and I'll slit your throat" she threatened, earning a chuckle from him.
Just then, the door opened and Enid walked in. Xavier bit back a comment at the way Wednesday perked up, for fear of being murdered.
"Hi, honey!" Enid said excitedly. Xavier's mouth fell open.
"There's no fucking way"
"Xavier" Wednesday warned. He smiled, shook his head, and walked into the back, leaving Wednesday and Enid alone.
"I detest those pet names" Wednesday told her calmly. Enid frowned.
"Even when they're from me?"
"Yes"
"Got it" Enid nodded. "But hiiiiiiiiii"
"Hello" Wednesday replied, already getting to work on her partner's order. Partner, she thought. I can't believe I've fallen this far.
"Was that Xavier?" Enid asked. Wednesday nodded. "Hi, Xavier!"
The other barista poked his head out from the back, smiled and waved, then winked knowingly before returning to whatever it is he was doing.
"Here" Wednesday handed the sugary drink to the other girl, who began drinking it greedily. "Long day ahead of you?"
"Yeah" Enid sighed. "I have to visit my parents today"
"Problems in the family?"
"Yeah, um... I'm- Wait, I told you I'm a werewolf, right?"
"You did not" Wednesday replied simply. "But I pieced it together"
"Okay, well, I'm kind of a late bloomer" Enid admitted. "I can form claws, but that's kind of it. My whole family sees me as a bit of a disappointment because of it"
"I can kill them, if you want"
"No" Enid shook her head, chuckling slightly. "I appreciate it, though. No, I just... I'm not looking forward to seeing them"
"What if I came with you?" Wednesday offered, surprising both herself and Enid.
"You'd do that for me?"
"Of course" Wednesday nodded seriously. "And, if they cause problems, we'll leave"
"Wednesday, that's- I-"
"Please don't cry" Wednesday said pleadingly, seeing the tears already forming in the other girl's eyes. Enid laughed, tilted her head back, and took a moment to collect herself. As much as Wednesday cared for the girl, she was pretty sure she'd vomit if she had to deal with her crying.
"Sorry"
"It's okay" Wednesday soothed. "My shift ends at five. We'll head out then"
"It's a date!"
They didn't even last half an hour at the Sinclair household.
The whole family hassled Enid- About her powers, about her relationship, about everything. That was to be expected, of course, but the final straw was when Enid's mother looked her dead in the eyes and threatened to exile her from the pack.
With that, Wednesday, grabbed Enid's hand and stood the two of them up.
"You're lucky to have Enid as a daughter" she said firmly, doing her best to ignore the fact that Enid was sobbing now. "If you're dumb enough to exile her over this, then so be it. She has a pack with me" she continued, and the family's eyes all widened in surprise. It was painfully obvious that no one had ever stood up to them before, and especially not about Enid. "Oh, and one more thing: Fuck all of you."
And, that was that. The pair left the Sinclair household and Enid cried the whole drive back to Wednesday's apartment. Wednesday did not provide any verbal comforts, but she did take one hand off the wheel and gave it for Enid to hold.
That, seemingly, was more than enough for the girl.
From then on, the pair began living together.
Enid kept all her colorful belongings quarantined to one end of the apartment, so as to not aggravate her partner's allergy (which she had learned was, in fact, a real thing), and they grew even closer than before.
Enid still came into the coffee shop during all of Wednesday's shifts, though now she was arriving with the girl. It was a small logistical change, but it drove them even closer.
When Wednesday finally confessed to the rest of her family that she'd been seeing someone, they welcomed Enid with open arms.
Enid had never felt so loved in all her life, and Wednesday had never expected to give love to anyone, either.
And, yet, here they were. Together.
All because Enid had come into the coffee shop on a Tuesday morning.