Wonka did not like taking the great glass elevator on such unimportant trips, so we walked down to the store. It was about 2 blocks away and poor Wonka wasn't used to walking such long distances. We had to stop once in the middle of the walk so he could rest.
"Are you all right?"
"I should be fine in a moment, do not worry."
A couple minutes later, we were walking again. We got to the store where he got rather excited. It seemed that he hadn't been in a store for some time, because he would look at something and squeal with excitement. It got rather annoying after a while. He went off his own way, leaving me to do what I came to do.
As I went down the aisle to get the formula, someone came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around casually to see my old friend Mike.
"Mike!"
"Hey! I haven't seen you forever! What have you been up to?"
"Not a whole lot. What brings you here? I thought you lived out in Vegas."
"Well, I had to come out here on business. And I figured that as long as I was out here, I'd stop in on my old friend."
He took some of my hair in his hand and slid his fingers down till it slipped out. I had almost forgotten about Mike and I. Nothing ever really happened, we just had a very small thing a long time ago when he stopped on the street to say hello. It sort of went from there, but we never really did anything together. We never kissed, and really never touched. It was all just a very strong friendship.
"Um, Mike my…"
"Now just calm down. You know, you could come to my hotel and we could talk about what's been going on since I moved."
"But I'm here with my…"
"It's ok; you don't have to make any excuses. Now, what do you say?"
"I can't go, Mike! I'm…"
"Bridget, what are you doing/"
"Oh, hi! Are you done looking around honey? I got the formula."
"Back to his hotel? Who is this guy?"
"Um, this is my old friend Mike. He came into town on business…"
"Yeah I know, I heard the whole conversation from the next aisle. So, you guys obviously had a little something a while back? Why didn't you ever tell me about him?"
"Well, actually, I forgot. There wasn't ever really anything between us. It isn't what you think it is. We were never together."
"So, Mike. What 'old times' did you want to talk to her about?"
"Uh… just what we used to do, that's all."
"Oh, really? So, there really wasn't anything?"
"Not really. I only saw her once every couple days. And when I did see her, we didn't do anything except talk. We were just really good friends."
"We'll see about that."