DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything of Wednesday nor of 6teen.
Author's Note: Being yes another Wednesday and PLUS I haven't written ANYTHING for 6teen, in 2 years this shortness is born.
Dark brown eyes stare across herself. His hunched sad over body language, the frown on his face. Normally enjoying someone's misfortune, even more when she herself causes it. Yet surrounded by crying couples, girls and guys alike getting dismissed or worse rudly dumped. She no longer wondered why Cafe Coeur Brisé in the Galleria Mall served tissues on the menu.
This moment she actually doesn't find so entertaining. Perhaps because at one point she thought, they had something. Or maybe she was diluting her own mind then.
"Please I love you." Some guy cries to a girl he's sitting across of. She just sighs bored.
"But- but why now? On my birthday you jerk!" A girl with mascara running down her blue eyes growls out. She starts throwing bread rolls as he bolts out the see through glass door.
"Is there someone else?" He finally voices after the two had looked around themselves.
"Indeed, me, myself and I. We don't work anymore Tyler. I don't believe we ever did." The braided pigtailed ravenette stares with a slight nod of her head. He glares, raising out the chair.
"You cockroach." He turns to walk away, "Flattery will get you nowhere. Tyler be well." She states as he resumes heading out.
A bubbly waitress that reminds her of Enid smiles softly approaching. "Hi I'm Caitlin. Would you like ice cream, more bread or-"
"That waiter instead." Wednesday orders glance to a light brown haired boy in a ponytail. Caitlin smiles thrilled.
"Hey Xavier! Over here!"
THE END!