I'm not really ecstatic about this chapter. It's okay, but I don't know... something seems to be missing. Read and Review.

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"Sophia's Bakery," Violet whispered. Wilbur looked down at her, giving her all his attention. The red and white awning waved slightly in the hot, summer wind. "My family and I used to come here all the time. We would come here after Dash won a track meet or…" She trailed off, her eyes becoming unfocused as she slipped into a flashback.

"Or…?" Wilbur asked, causing her to snap back to reality.

"Nothing," Violet waved off. Pulling the door open, they were hit by the sweet smell of pastries. "We came here a lot. Sophia!" She called to the back of the room. Sounds of bowls clattering against metal whisks ceased and a bright eyed, chestnut hair woman came out. She was in her early forties with wrinkles starting at the corners of her mouth. While her hair was pulled back into a no nonsense bun, her soft eyes made anyone feel welcome. The walls of the bakery were a pleasing yellow color, lighten after years of work. The whole place in general had a cozy feeling. Wilbur felt as if they could spend the whole day inside.

"Vi! How are you?" Sophia pulled Violet into a tight embrace.

"I'm fine!" Violet spoke in between fits of laughter. It always felt like home here. "We're here to finally choose a flavor!"

"We're?" Sophia pulled out of the hug, holding her at arm's length, pushing Violet's hair out of her face. "You finally brought that boy of yours? Is that him?" She pointed to Wilbur. Wilbur waved his hands in front of him, indicating that he was denying the notion. As he shook his head, he could have sworn that Sophia winked at him. It was almost like she knew about his feelings...

"No, he's not Tony. He's… just a friend," Violet clarified. Sophia raised an eyebrow, as if she was suspicious of Violet's clarification. Instead of holding her to it, Sophia dropped the subject and walked behind the counter to the back where the kitchen was. She came out, bringing two trays, overflowing with slices of cake.

"Let me-"Violet started.

"No, no, no!" Sophia stopped her. "You've always helped me no matter what. This is for your special day, so sit!" She yelled in a commanding voice, causing Wilbur to scramble for a chair. Violet calmly took the chair next to him as the two trays were put in front of them. "And don't worry. Nothing has even been near the coconut."

"Coconut?" A puzzled look crossed Wilbur's face.

"I'm allergic," Violet fiddled with the hem of her dress, unable to make eye contact. "My throat closes up and my skin breaks out in all these hives."

"Oh," Wilbur stated, rather intrigued. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" She looked up at him, pushing the stray strands of hair away from her face. "It's not like you did anything." A few moments of awkward silence past between them, both of them fidgeting uncontrollably.

"So…" Wilbur drawled out. "Cake?" Violet snapped out of her daze and nodded.

"I really need to choose a flavor by today, so these are the ones I manage to narrow it down. The thing is… I don't really like cake all that much," She spoke the second part in a whisper so Sophia wouldn't hear her. Violet gave him a small smile, causing him to break out into a grin.

"So," He whispered, leaning over to speak in her ear. "Why are you choosing the flavor? What does this Tony do that keeps him so busy that he can't even help his own fiancée plan for their wedding?"

"He works a lot… Tony's a nice guy. I think you'll like him," Wilbur snorted in response, rolling his eyes. He doubted he would like someone like Tony. He didn't sound so interesting. Violet, offended, crossed her arms and glared at Wilbur. "What?"

"It's nothing," He tried to reassure her. When the frown hadn't lifted, Wilbur threw his hands in the air. "It's nothing! Really! Let's just eat cake," Wilbur picked up a plate, tasting the flavor. Violet watched in amusement as his face twisted up.

"That's lemon," She pointed out, holding back giggles that were about to escape.

"Interesti- What am I talking about? This is awful!" Wilbur exclaimed as he swallowed, grimacing at the horrible taste. Sophia looked up, sending a disapproving glance their way. He shuddered under it, slowly putting the cake down. Who ever heard of lemon cake? That was almost like making cupcakes with vegetables!

"I told you. I really don't know what tastes good." Violet teased him, grabbing the plate next to the discarded one. "Try this one. It's sweeter." Wilbur looked at her apprehensively before taking it. Warily, he took a small bite. This time, instead of a tart taste, sweet chocolate filled his mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. It was the best chocolate cake he ever tasted before. It was heaven. Violet chuckled while taking a small piece of it. It was good. Albeit she wasn't a cake person, she still savored the chocolate rolling around in her mouth.

"This one," He finally opened his eyes, pointing at the cake with his fork.

"But yo-"

"I don't need to try anymore. You want a good cake?" She nodded in response. "Then choose this one. If anyone can make a good chocolate cake, it's this woman right here. Anyway, no one really likes weird flavors like lemon," Wilbur shuttered as he spoke of the vile word.

"Okay," Violet nodded, smiling in the process. His overdramatic acting was so childish, but… it was really nice… Sophia was already there, writing down the order.

"So chocolate. An old time favorite, but still a good one." She shook her head. "What's the date?"

"July 27th. You're coming, right?" Violet looked up with hopeful eyes. Sophia was extended family, she had to come! Sophia rolled her eyes and ripped an order sheet and put it on Violet's forehead. Walking away, she slammed the door to the kitchen, signaling the end of the conversation. Pulling the note off, Wilbur smiled while reading it aloud.

"'Of course! Do you really think I wouldn't come?' I like her!" Wilbur added, giving her one of his infectious grin. She smirked back at him, pulling the note out of his hand. After reading it herself, she put it in one of her bags.

"Well…" Violet stood up, clutching her bags. "I got to get back to my apartment. Do…" Violet hesitated. She didn't know why, but she wanted to spend more time with Wilbur. So far she told him about her life. Other than his name, Violet really didn't know anything about him. If she trusted him to choose a good flavor, he must be a good guy. Right? But still, why was she so interested in him?

"I've got time to spare," Wilbur interjected, finishing off her sentence. "Why not?" And with that, he held open the door, bringing them both back to the outside heat. Quickly they fell in sync with their steps as they walked through the busy streets of Metroville. "What do you do?" Wilbur asked, wanting to learn more about her. If he could spend his whole day just talking to her, it would be a day well spent.

"I'm a writer. I just recently published a book," Violet spoke shyly, playing with her strands of hair. "Other than that, I also paint, but that's not taking off as well as I hoped for."

"I would love to see your paintings," Wilbur looked down at her. She shuddered under his gaze. Why was she reacting like this? He was just a normal guy, with normal interests. Tony made her feel as if she was on cloud nine, but with Wilbur, she didn't know what she felt. Shaking it off, Violet dismissed it, hoping that it was just the temperature that was bothering her. "Did you go to college or…?" Wilbur asked, motioning with his hands.

"I did, but I didn't like it. It really made no sense to go for four years to one place, learning something that really didn't make you happy. You know what I'm talking about?" She asked him. He nodded in response. "Now tell me about you. I just spent the last two hours telling you about me, I want to know some things about you. Like, what's your occupation? Do you have any siblings? Where did you come from? Stuff like that." Wilbur chuckled as she listed off questions. It was obvious that she was curious about his life. And why shouldn't she be? After all, they ran into each other without knowing who each other were a few hours ago. Had two hours past already? Usually the clock ran slowly for him, but with her, he felt as if time was racing past him, telling him to hurry up.

"Well, I'm a mechanical engineer. I graduated earlier from college than expected since I took AP's from sophomore year to senior year in high school. I work at my father's company, but even then I don't see him as often as you would think. I am an only child and where I come from is a mystery," He waved his fingers in the air, showing off his overdramatic acting skills. She gave him a light shove, pushing him off the sidewalk.

"Very funny," She said with sarcasm dripping from her voice. "But seriously, if you're from out of town, where do you come from? And how long are you staying in Metroville?" Violet crossed her fingers, hoping that it wasn't just a day trip. She wanted to talk to him more. Wanted to show him what Metroville had to offer. Their walk was coming to a close for they were closer to her apartment then she thought. Maybe Tony finally finished work. Euphoric feelings started rising up again. Seeing Tony everyday was like a dream come true and she was living it.

"I only plan to spend the day, but I come back enough so it's like I live here already. Is this your apartment?" He pointed up at the complex that she had stopped at.

"Yeah," she nodded in response. "I think I see Tony inside!" Her voice raised suddenly as a grin grew on her face. "You should come meet him." Violet gestured for Wilbur to follow her. He shook his head, rejecting her offer.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't think he'll be thrilled to see his girl with another guy. Trust me, I know," Violet frowned at his response, but nonetheless agreed. Tony had turned around and saw her. Waving, he walked to the door to let her in.

"Hey," Tony ruffled her hair and gave her a peck on the cheek. Wilbur bit his tongue in order to not roll his eyes in disgust. "Where have you've been all day?" From what Wilbur saw, he wasn't very impressed. Tony wore a business suit, looking strict and proper. His looks were okay. Auburn colored hair with an impressive hue of green eyes. His jawline was defined giving him a rugged look,but he had a long face, which in Wilbur's opinion, made him look like a donley. In all honesty, Wilbur couldn't see anything special about him. Maybe he had a stunning personality. (Though Wilbur doubted it.)

"I told you. The cake?" She spoke in a sugar sweet tone that made Wilbur wince. Violet didn't seem like the kind of girl to go gaga over some guy. But then, what did he really know about her?

"Oh!" Tony's eyes sparked. "I'm really sorry, but it was a busy day down at the bank and-"She placed a finger on his lip to shut him up.

"It's okay. I had someone else help me. He's right behind you," Violet pointed over his shoulder. She saw a pained look on Wilbur's face but before she could say something, Tony had turned around, catching Wilbur off guard by grabbing his hand into a strong handshake.

"Tony Rydinger, nice to meet you," His grip on Wilbur's hand tightens and he looked directly in his eyes. A cold feeling rushes throughout Wilbur's body. It's nothing like Violet's electric touch at all. Instead of seeing a happy look that supposedly matched the smile on his face, Wilbur looked into green eyes filled with all sorts of emotions. Anger? Resentment? What was it? Playing along, Wilbur shook emphatically back, giving a grin so fake that even faux fur looked real.

"Wilbur Robinson, back at you," Wilbur spoke between clenched teeth.

"Robinson, like Cornelius Robinson?" Tony let go and waited expectantly.

"Nope," Wilbur popped the 'p'. "No relation whatsoever. It was nice to meet you, but I really got to get going. You know how traffic is."

"Wait!" Violet shouted again before covering her mouth with her hands. The two men turned and gave her puzzling looks. Tony looked confused while Wilbur looked up to the sky, praying for a miracle.

"What is it, my little warrior?" Tony asked, using his pet name for her. She couldn't believe that she was doing this again! And in front of her fiancé? That was just the icing on the cake. 'He's just a guy Vi. LET. IT. GO. If he doesn't want to hang out with you, leave him alone. You already got the man of your dreams. Try not to blow it,' her inner voice debated with her. In a way, it was right. She got the man she really wanted. Violet didn't spend all of high school swooning over him for nothing. Tony had been wonderful to her. They went on dates, cuddled, play games together. When he had proposed to her, she felt like she had died and gone to heaven. Four months later and here they were, standing outside in the sweltering heat. And for the first time, her heart hesitated with Tony.

"N-never mind. It- it's nothing," Violet stuttered, looking down to the ground as her face redden. "Let's just go in. You're coming to my apartment tonight right?" She changed the subject, hoping Tony wouldn't be suspicious.

"Yeah, I'll meet you inside. It's too hot to be standing outside in a suit." Tony gave her a quick peck on the lips before walking back inside. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do… After seeing his body go into the elevator, she turned back to where Wilbur was standing, but he was already walking in the opposite direction.

"Wait!" She dropped her bags and ran after him. He stopped suddenly causing her to collide with him. Catching her, he blushed at the close proximity.

"What?" His voice held a hostile tone. She flinched at it, pulling away from his grip. Feeling small, she pulled at the ends of her hair. "Sorry…" He apologized, not meaning to make her feel bad. "What is it?" Instead of getting an answer back, she presses a piece of paper into his hand and leaves without saying a word. Wilbur watches her as she disappears into the building, her hands holding bags filled with a random assortment. Letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding Wilbur looked down.

Mind meeting me tomorrow at the same place tomorrow? I really do need some help, but the friend who's coming… well, you'll meet her tomorrow if you choose to come. 619-511-2004. –Violet.

Wilbur couldn't help but smile at the card. He had a way to contact her! As he walked back to the time machine, he couldn't help but keep a spring in his step. Tony hadn't been very pleasant, but if Violet was happy, he would be happy for her. Even if it meant breaking his heart in the process.

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