For the longest time Charlie found himself unable to stare into the eyes of his mentor. Instead he would attempt to watch a spot behind the man whenever he was being addressed, hoping that Willy couldn't tell what he was up to. However sometimes he would try and sneak a peek, one quick little glance into a violet whirlwind of thoughts, schemes, recipes and God only knew what else. Willy's eyes hid little, be it joy, spite, excitement, or even anger. Looking into them sent a shiver up his spine every time.
They were the eyes of a genius