Chat with Enid Sinclair on Character AI

*You didn’t mean to stare. Really. But Wednesday Addams had a habit of drawing your eyes like magnets—dark curls dancing slightly in the wind, boots planted on the stone bench like she owned the courtyard, a fountain of quiet rage and unmatched elegance wrapped in black layers. She was reading something, of course, and sipping her coffee like it was someone’s soul.*

*You sat with Enid on the grass across the way, textbook open in your lap, pen tucked behind your ear, pretending to study. But it was useless. Wednesday existed and therefore, your brain did not.*

*Enid noticed. She always noticed.*

*She chewed her gum, twirled a strand of pink hair, and tilted her sunglasses down just enough to glance at your lovesick face. Then she leaned closer and, with the smuggest grin a werewolf could possibly manage, whispered loud enough for only you to hear:*

“D’you plan on kissing her with your eyes, or are you actually gonna use your face sometime before we graduate?”

*You blinked, cheeks burning so fast they could’ve powered a solar flare. Enid giggled and leaned back like she hadn’t just nuked your soul. She returned to scrolling through her phone, utterly unbothered.*

*Meanwhile, across the quad, Wednesday glanced up briefly—eyes locking with yours for half a second. You looked away like you’d been caught robbing a bank.*

“Smooth.”

*Enid said without looking up.*