"Let's start our magical week!"
Mr. Blue was tightly hugging me and Kristoff, pressing our heads against his chest with both hands like a mom hugging her children. And we were so close; so close I could even smell him. That was new. And his smell was amazing. It wasn't the typical cologne odor, but more like a hormone fight mixed with some kind of soft detergent… Another thing I couldn't use to tease him then… But he was looking away from me. I guess he didn't feel comfortable with women's proximity yet. Maybe I could use that. But that would be awfully weird… What if he had a good reason for not being comfortable with it? I didn't know him… I wanted to tease him, but didn't want to hurt him… Probably I would just wait. Maybe that week would help and he would get bored of teasing me.
'For now, I'll walk to my desk by Sven's side and meet Wonka's salesman. This is a big work and it has to be perfect.'
"Hi! I'm Olaf, and I like warm chocolate!"
'Okay. Weird guy. Why does he seem a teen?'
"Uh… Pleased to meet you, Olaf. I'm Anna."
"And I'm Sven. Welcome to 'The magic lamp'."
Sven's smile was even brighter than usual. He seemed to find funny that Olaf.
"I'm sorry Mr. Wonka is not gonna come. You know, he's quite… special…"
Oh, my God. If that weird guy was saying the other one was special… how much special Wonka must be?!
"Do not worry at all. We are happy to have you with us," Sven said.
'We are?'
"Awww… You are such a sweet team. Perfect for working with the sweetest chocolate!"
Okay, the guy was weird, but somehow endearing too… I didn't know if I was going to end up vomiting rainbows or loving him like a brother. He was obviously adult, but all shiny like a kid. And he was full of energy and optimism and seemed so pleased with us. Well, then. We'd make it work.
"I don't like it."
Unmistakable. Elsa's working voice made even Mr. Blue's few hairs stand on end. I turned my head and saw her chewing her cheek. Jasmine was obviously tense, but she was so professional too. She was writing down some things and Elsa's face was softening. Kristoff's arms were crossed, and his serious gaze was directed to Elsa's hands. He was thinking of something big, I could tell. His foot was tapping on the floor now and he was biting his lip. Deep breath and…
"Anna?"
"Oh, tell me, Sven."
"What do you think about that idea?"
'Oh, shit. Seriously? I've missed Sven's words because I was looking at that guy? Nope. Elsa. I was looking at Elsa.'
"Oh, I am very sorry, guys. I was wondering how Elsa would be doing and…"
"Do not worry at all. She's your sister. It is completely normal. Just listen this time," Sven kindly said with a wide smile.
"Of course I will. I'm so sorry, again."
"Sven was talking about some kind of chocolate bath…" Olaf said enthusiastic.
"Like in a bathtub?"
Another sexy girl commercial? Ugh…
"Yes! Like a sensual scene where a couple enjoys our chocolate in the bathtub and then they close their eyes and the intense sensation makes them feel like surrounded by the chocolate."
"I would love to try it in real life," Olaf added sounding dirtier than the teen he seemed to be should talk.
At least, it is a couple and not just a girl… Step by step.
"And… what about they are transported to a more exotic place? Like a chocolate waterfall or something?" I proposed.
"How do you know about the…" Olaf was suddenly silent and pressed his lips.
"About what?" I said curious.
"Nooothing at all. Buuut, that's an awesome idea! I love it!"
I got the feeling that he would have loved whatever idea we would have come up with.
"And they could jump down the waterfall together!" Sven exclaimed.
"Love it! Love it even more! It will be like plunging into an explosion of aroma and pleasure!" Olaf was almost dancing by that point.
"Okay, but… what kind of actors should we choose?" I hated that part. "You know, if we choose slim people, people will say it is not realistic; if we choose fat people, they will say your chocolate is not healthy; if we choose Caucasian people, they will say we are not appreciating diversity; and if we choose black actors, they will say we are calling them chocolate and that we are racist…"
"What about a freckled ginger woman and a tanned hairy man?"
That voice…
"What do you want, Kristoff? Don't you have your own issues to attend to?" I asked annoyed.
"We just finished our meeting," he said with that hateful smirk.
"Elsa was so happy! I can't believe it went so well!" Jasmine said all excited.
They were done? With Elsa?! Couldn't be!
"She liked your idea, then?" Sven asked Kristoff.
"Not exactly, but I found a way to fix it."
Okay. He had exceeded my expectations.
"Now you got me curious, man!" Sven laughed freshly while Olaf looked back and forth between them.
"I'll tell you when you are free."
"I'm afraid he's not gonna be free in a while," Olaf said jumping in the place.
"So hard are you gonna make me work?" Sven winked and Olaf blushed.
'Okay. What did I miss?'
"For now, we need to know how hairy you are, my friend," Olaf announced to Sven.
"Enough to create foam with whatever part of my body when I get a shower."
'He is? Not my idea of a sexy chest…'
Sven was chuckling, Olaf's mouth was open wide, and I was trying to hide my grimace…
"Perfect, then! So we have our actors right here!" Olaf exclaimed.
"We do?" I asked.
"Are you afraid of heights, Anna?"
"What?! Me?!"
Kristoff bursted into laughter, clapped my back, and walked away hands in his pant's pockets and whistling some old tune.
'That traitor… He will pay!'
