"Almost done…" I sat at my desk and set down my pencil in satisfaction. Another picture drawn, I climbed back up to the main floor of the factory. I saw Wonka working rather quickly on wrapping machine 6, which tended to break down quite often. "Hey."

He quickly spun around in a startled manner. "Um, hi." He began to inch slowly away from me, trying not to make himself too obvious. "How are you?" he never asked me that.

"I'm fine, sir, and how are you this fine afternoon?" I walked towards him, and he kept walking backward. Finally, he went too far back, and he ran into the wall behind him. "I'm getting the impression that there's something wrong."

"Wrong?" he looked for an escape as he said this, "why would you think there's something wrong?"

"Well, usually you wouldn't back away from me like that. Is this about earlier? Because you were asking for it. I told you not to look in there, but you did anyway. Don't blame me."

"Yes I know, but were you really going to… 'Show' me those things?"

"Of course I was. Maybe not now, but I was."

"I can't imagine you in any of those. I mean, just imagining you in a teddy…"

"Stop it!" I hit him, but not hard enough to hurt him. I turned and walked a little farther away from him so he could get off of the wall.

"Well, how can I not?" once again, he had said a little too much.

"What does that mean?" I wasn't mad, I was just a little curious now.

"Well, it's just that you're very s…"

"Mr. Wonka, I can finish this job if you like, so you can take a little break from working." I hated how they always seemed to interrupt at just the wrong moment.

"Yeah, sure."

"I'm very what?"

"Um… nothing. Just never mind." He started to walk away.

"Keeping something from your fiancée? For shame." He stopped right where he was and didn't even bother to turn around.

"Using my own phrase against me?" he turned and ran towards me, which made me run back to the wall. "I'm not sure that I appreciate that."

He was very close to me, but not touching me. He had never done this, but now that he had I wished he would do it more often. This pretty much rendered me helpless, and I had to say something. "I'm sorry; I didn't think you'd mind."

"I don't." he went over to the door, releasing me from his trap. "Oh, and by the way, you are very… how would you say… sexy." Another impressionable exit on his part. I was speechless. What do you say to that?

Once he was gone, it was like a delayed reaction. "Thank you."