Author's Note: Okay guys sorry that took a while I had a lot of homework the past few days. Well here's part 6. Enjoy!
Friday came way too quickly for me. I went shopping and bought a nice outfit for our date tonight. (You guys think of whatever you want) I took a shower and dried my hair carefully. I pulled it up in a half ponytail and crimped the bottom half. I put on a light layer of makeup and sat on my bed waiting. It was 6 o'clock when there was a knock at my door. I opened it.
Willy was standing in the doorway looking…well… there was no way to really describe it. He wore his regular attire, but somehow he looked different. I smiled at him and he kissed my hand! I blushed as he took my hand. He led me down the hallway and pushed the button for the elevator. I groaned. He smiled and the elevator came whooshing up.
I stepped inside and he followed. Pushing a button the doors slowly closed I was getting ready to brace myself when I felt his strong arms around my waist. The elevator took off and I didn't move.
"How do you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?" He asked innocently.
"Stay standing when it takes off."
"It takes a looooooooooooooong time," He exadurated, though I believed him. We came to a stop in the front lobby. He walked to the door and opened it for me. I thanked him and stepped inside the cold, puppet entrance. The doors opened slightly and we were let out. Willy took my hand and we walked out of the gates and into the active town.
I pulled my warm coat tightly around me, and relaxed walking next to Willy. It was weird at first; people would throw us stares or ugly glances. As we came closer to several restaurants Willy pointed to one.
"I got reservations to that place. It's good I've eaten there before!" He said happily.
"I know I see you when I'm working," I laughed. He smiled and pursed his lips together.
"That's mostly why I kept coming back," I blushed again. Willy and I waited for our seats and finally sat down and a quiet round booth in the corner. I ordered the plate of ravioli with several kinds of meat and sauce. Willy ordered a lobster.
"I didn't know you liked lobster," I said placing my napkin on my lap. He smiled.
"Oh yes. I love seafood!" He said, trying to keep his voice low. "When I was showing the factory and Veruca," He laughed at the name, "fell into the garbage chute her father asked who at fish."
"Oh," I said laughing. "I have to get you and Charlie to tell me what all happened when you guys were in there. He's been so busy with school. They're almost out for Christmas break." Willy nodded and took a sip of his drink.
We talked for hours. Willy ordered a dessert and we shared it. He said his factory made the whip cream, for it had the distinctive taste of his candy whips. He asked me what I did before I came here.
"Well I worked for a newspaper, then they went bankrupt and I lived on the street for a while. After that I was hired at a publishing company and started working on a book of my own," I said. Willy turned his head and listened carefully. "I've been working on it for a while now. I still don't have a title but it'll be good when I'm finished."
We finished eating and left the restaurant. We walked around the town until the streets were almost empty, then we walked back to the factory. After riding the elevator in Willy's arms again he walked me down the white hallway to my door. We stopped in front of it and he took both of my hands.
"Emily, I had a wonderful time," He said happily. I smiled.
"Me too," I whispered. He leaned in slowly. I leaned closer and our lips closed together. His lips tasted like chocolate and I savored it. After he pulled away I laughed. "Why do you taste like chocolate?" He pulled out a little tube of chapstick.
"My chapstick is WonkaBar flavored."