Following a long week of work in the factory, Charlie was ready to relax during the weekend; not just would he be free from the responsibilities that went along with running the world's most magnificent chocolate factory, he would be spending his time off with the only person whom he spent time outside of the home with. Keeping his relationship with Veruca a secret from Wonka only grew more difficult as time went on. The Good Boy was the type of person who liked to tell his family everything that was going on in his life, not that much ever occurred beyond an unexpected event in the factory; then again, that lack of an exciting life was why anything significant in Charlie's life immediately became something he wanted to share with his loved ones. But he feared that if they, especially his mentor, learned about him and The Bad Nut, they would, at best, scold him, or at worse, chastise him for his decision to spend his time with a person they only knew as one who had a horrid and entitled personality. Yet, despite all her obvious flaws, Charlie still enjoyed all of the time he spent with the little brute, and he also felt the time he had spent with her so far had also served her well. The Good Boy thought he was helping the little brute make steps when it came to having a normal, stable relationship with another person because he was seeing that her emotional outbursts had been getting less severe with every excursion they'd taken, meaning he was starting to have an effect on her. If Wonka or any other member of his family ever found out about him and Veruca before he was ready to introduce the new Veruca to them, Charlie felt confident he would have a strong rebuttal that would withstand the condemnation levied at him by them. He had seen how the brat's personality had changed in the previous weeks, at least towards him, and he was all too willing to take credit for that change.

Had he not become a part of her life, Veruca would live the rest of her life as a bitter, greedy woman, that is if she hadn't killed herself by alcohol poisoning, or at least that's the story Charlie told himself to explain why it was better if he kept seeing the little brute. Nevertheless, it was still Veruca who got him through the week. Whenever he got bored or stressed out, he would stop and daydream about all the fabulous adventures the two former Golden Ticker winners would go on in the future. With the Great Glass Elevator at his disposal not even the sky was the limit, there was so much of the world that the two could explore. And perhaps, if he played his cards right, Charlie could convince Veruca to return to the factory and he could finish the tour her old personality prevented her from experiencing. The latter would be a long shot considering how vocal the little brute was when it came to Wonka and his death-maze factory, but the Good Boy could still dream, and dreaming was so far the only way he could bring the brat over to the factory that wouldn't result in the harassment from those around him that he feared if his secret got out. But the two former Golden Ticket winners were not going on another whirlwind adventure halfway across the globe this weekend, Charlie was still tired of traveling the weekend prior and he just wanted to do something simple this time around. He remembered bringing up watching a movie together to Veruca when they were on the beach and before he called her mid-week to ask if she'd want to do that on Saturday. She agreed to get together and watch a movie, capturing the aforementioned imagination of the Good Boy during the time in between the phone call and his arrival to The Stourton Block that weekend afternoon.

Charlie strolled into the lobby of the apartment complex carrying a paper bag in his hand when he spotted his newest friend, Herp the concierge, behind the desk, doing nothing on this slow afternoon. Having the heir to the Wonka empire and close friend to the most interesting tenant of Stourton walk into his lobby undoubtedly made the concierge's day, and so did the simple fact that someone out there cared for his personal wellbeing, demonstrated by the simple phrase Charlie uttered, "Greetings, Herp."

"Good evening, Mr. Bucket," Herp reciprocated, sounding ecstatic as he finally had someone to talk with after so many hours without anyone coming in and needing assistance.

Now that Herp had his attention, the heir remembered he had brought a gift for the concierge by accident, he brought the paper bag up to the counter of the concierge's desk, and proclaimed, "Listen, I stopped by a sandwich shop and bought this baguette to eat, the only problem being that I only realized I had ordered something with garlic in it until after I had already purchased it. I don't think Veruca would like it if my breath smelled of garlic, but I don't want to discard it, also. Do you want it? I haven't taken a bite yet, look."

Herp was never one to pass up a meal and the sandwich did smell good after all, not to mention he was getting hungry after a long day at work, and it was not like garlic breath was going to somehow impede his work that afternoon, so he responded, "Sure, I'll take it. It's almost time for my work break, anyhow."

The heir smiled as he had alleviated the uncomfortable feeling that overcame him when he realized that he might have to have had thrown his sandwich away, a relic of his food insecure childhood where he had to eat every last crumb just to be able to survive, and so pushed the bag across the counter, and said, "Here you go. Well, I must be on my way. Take care, Herp."

"Thank you, Mr. Bucket. Take care as well," the concierge replied as he gleefully took the bag from the counter and stored it underneath his desk to eat a little while later while on his break.

Charlie messaged Veruca that he was in the lobby, so she sent the elevator down to pick him up and bring him up to her penthouse and in less than a minute the heir found himself back in the luxurious home of his fellow Golden Ticket winner. But, as he took in the beauty of the penthouse, the Good Boy's eyes caught a look at another sight; the little brute had been exercising before he arrived and he had interrupted her workout by making her walk away from her workout station in order to send the elevator down to bring him up to the penthouse. Veruca seemed to be practicing ballet as she stood next to the giant mirror bolted to the wall and rested her leg atop the ballet barre that ran across the middle of the glass. All of which made sense seeing how highly she spoke of her career as a ballerina, and even though she was no longer performing for an audience, she wasn't just going to let all of those years of practice and dedication go to waste. She loved dancing, and so she was going to continue dancing.

Apart from her interesting exercise routine, something else that captured Charlie's sights was the little brute's look; she had her hair pulled up all the way back in a ponytail, thus accentuating her already noticeable sized eyes and cheekbones. She blended the limited wardrobe of a dancer with items that someone might wear at the gym, like her black yoga pants and black and gray sports bra, exposing her strong core and thus creating a new look, that or she just didn't want to change into a leotard before working out. And once again, Veruca looked just like one of the girls Charlie could only dream of swooping off her feet but would either chicken out and never actually approach or sum up the courage to talk to her but be awkward throughout the entire encounter and scare her away. But luckily, The Bad Nut wasn't one of those other girls. Sure, this girl knew all about his shortcomings, yet she still let him into her home, and more importantly, into her life.

While the brat still found it amusing how the Good Boy struggled with women, she had begun to view the Good Boy's quirks as cute, which had begun to replace the feelings of disdain she felt for him only a few weeks ago. And, of course she knew Charlie couldn't stop himself from ogling at her physical beauty, so she played a game of enticement with The Lucky Boy as he walked into her home, almost luring him in with her looks before, in true Veruca fashion, bellowing out an order, "Charlie, I'm working out, just lounge on the sofa until I'm done."

As expected, the Good Boy found himself so hypnotized by her beauty that he almost didn't hear what the little brute told him to do. In fact, he had to shake himself out of the trance he was in just to stop himself from drooling all over his shirt, and then muster a response to her order, "Um...a...y...yes, not a problem at all, I'll pass the time, somehow."