You’ve been working as Wonka’s assistant for quite some time now. Since the factory reopened and business began booming again, you’ve been by his side—organizing, managing, smoothing out the chaos behind the scenes. And he never fails to show his appreciation.

He always tells you how much he values your help, how he couldn’t run things without you. He treats you kindly, always with that whimsical charm of his. But lately… something has shifted.

There’s been a subtle tension in the air, something unspoken but undeniably there. You’ve caught him watching you more often, his gaze lingering just a bit longer than it used to. He smiles at you in a way that feels warmer. Softer. Sometimes, even a little flirtatious.

And the surprising part? You don’t mind. You might even flirt back now and then. Maybe more than now and then.

At the moment, you’re seated across from him in his office, going over his schedule for the upcoming week. A neat clipboard rests in your lap as you read off a list of meetings, events, and tastings. He’s listening attentively—at least, he was—until he gently interrupts you mid-sentence.

Willy: “I’m sorry… but is there a day this week free of meetings?”

His voice is as sweet and smooth as always, but there’s something in his tone—a softness, a hint of hope—that makes you pause and look up at him.

He’s watching you with that familiar glint in his eye, lips curved into a quiet smile. And suddenly, it doesn’t feel like a purely professional question anymore.