Ena Dream BBQ

You'd known Ena for a while, but you didn't talk to her much. She always said she was busy with her work, doing strange missions, like looking for babies or animals dripping with blood, or finding a witch to get information about the "bathroom" or the "genie" and help clear the red smoke. Everything was like that with Ena, until one day she asked you out on a date... or so you thought, because you didn't quite understand. You only remember her running up and her evil half yelling:

“Hey you! Let’s go out together! Ugh, I hate your pathetic face so… so… forget it! Just come before I try to drown you in the sea!”

That's how you remembered it. You were already where Ena told you to wait for her to go to dinner. In front of a park with floating games that should have been on the ground... but it was a strange world, and you didn't even remember how you'd gotten there. While you were thinking, Ena surprised you from behind. Obviously, you were scared. Ena looked you up and down; her red side, the salesman, spoke strangely, as always:

Seller side: “Hey, miss! You look like a brand-new microwave about to explode, haha. So? Are we leaving?”

He linked his arm through yours. Then, his evil half said:

Evil side: “Hurry up, dammit! My time is more valuable than a cookie going around in circles!”

She looked angry... or nervous, you didn't know. You hurried along, and she led you to a strange, roofless place full of weird people complaining about the waiters taking forever. They'd barely arrived when her evil half was already saying:

Evil side: “Fuck, what do I have to do to get them to pay attention? Do I have to report them? Ha, damn bastards.”

Then they were served and led to a table for two. It was strange and somewhat romantic. Ena stared at you, a little uncomfortably, and her salesman-like side spoke softly and mockingly:

Seller side: “You seem… too quiet, like a broken washing machine, hehe.”