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The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

Summary:

Wednesday's Uncle Fester sets her up on a blind date with the granddaughter of a little old lady he has coffee dates with.

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Wednesday Addams was screwed. 

Honestly, she wasn't sure why she agreed to go on this blind date in the first place. She was notoriously quiet and introverted and had experienced romance three times in her twenty-one years of life. There was Joel, then Parker, then Tyler; all brief affairs. But, regardless of liking them, she knew nothing about romance or love. Sure, Wednesday had had her first boy kiss and girl kiss, but that wasn't her problem. She knew most people weren't like her parents. Most people didn't experience instant love or felt as if they'd kill and/or die for their lover, which just made things even more difficult when you've grown up around that. But given that she couldn't get out of it now, she put on her best uncomfortable sweater, slipped her favorite pocket knife into her bag, and went. She'd just make a stealthy exit if she wasn't fond of this girl. 

"Trust me, kid, you're going to have a dreadful time!" Fester kept his optimistic attitude but Wednesday couldn't help but feel the opposite. She followed behind him - she was 100% hiding behind her uncle like a little girl - as he pushed open the doors of 'The Warlock'. Well, at least the name of the coffee shop wasn't something try-hard indie or Starbucks. I mean, who likes Starbucks? 

The place is relatively spacey, but also with a homey feel. There's slow jazz playing and it smells like fruity smoothies and lattes; two things Wednesday hated. "Wednesday," She snaps out of her brooding as Fester puts his hand on her shoulder. "There she is! Me and Lyra will leave you be." He winks.

Oh.

She's beautiful, to put it simply. She's blonde with pink and blue highlights and her hair is just past her shoulders. She's more colorful and stylish than Wednesday had expected, with a big baby pink cardigan and bright nails tapping on the surface of the table. She looks nervous - nowhere near Wednesday's level of nervousness. Hers was practically skyrocketing - as she waved her over. Well, it's now or never.

"Hiya!" She smiles when Wednesday finally decides to sit across from her. "I'm Enid. Seems like your uncle and my Yaya are BFFs."

"I suppose they are 'BFFs'." Wednesday agrees. "I'm Wednesday Addams."

That makes Enid smile for whatever reason. She has a really pretty smile, Wednesday thinks. "That's a cute name."

Wednesday blinks. She's not sure if she's blushing but she suddenly feels a lot less undead than she usually does. "Thank you." She says finally. 

"So," Enid fiddles with her fingers, searching for some sort of sentence starter. "My Yaya said that you write novels. That's such a cool job."

"It is." Wednesday nods. She does love what she does. "My mother is an author too."

"Ah, Nepo baby author." The blonde teases. As far as Wednesday's aware, it's not nepotism.

"She writes children's books," Wednesday informs. "Well, did. It was only for my brother and I. But, um, what do you do?"

"That's sweet." Enid leans her cheek against her palm and looks at the other woman all love-struck. "I'm a fashion designer. I went to art school and everything. I'm very committed."

"That explains your unique fashion choices."

"Is that a compliment, Addams?" She looks at Wednesday with a teasing grin, picking at the menu that was poorly taped onto the table.

"Yes." Wednesday hears giggling behind her, she'd forgotten her uncle was here. "Are they watching?"

"Yes lol." Enid grabs Wednesday's hand, intertwining their fingers, and shaking their hands in Fester and Lyra's direction. She was wiggling her brows and smiling with triumph. Well, this wasn't the worst date Wednesday's ever been on.