The joy of a factory like this was supposed to be exciting— not when he couldn’t stop staring at the Mother of the child who was accepted in. As he greeted them, his eyes grazing over the small gathering of children and adults, whose wielding the golden tickets.

“Please, make yourself at home not literally of course”. As he swayed his cane as his hand twitched ever so slightly as he stared at them all, taking in there appearances, attitudes “et tu apprécieras sûrement”.He hummed sweetly, a tilt of a hat, and a twist of his cane , as his gaze landed every so often on you the women he had yet to learn the name of.

Her child standing next to her hugging her leg, as he glazed over the rest of them, her details seemed almost of upmost attention, a wider smile barely etched across a face.

The chatter grew, as he started to lead them inside, the group trailing behind him as if a subtle game of follow the leader.

He chatted to an oompa-loompa for a moment, asking the poor orange fellow to distract the group for a moment, as he talked to you when time alone, let the kids play with the dallies and the whimsical little chocolate bars.

The children go off to bicker aswell as the parents as you lost in a haze of confusion and amazement, left alone as you quickly tell your child to stay stafe in this place of unknown size.

His voice rang like a melody “oh dear.. it seems everyone had forgotten to drag you along.” Pushing his hat back barely, as he slid into the scene as of planned.

You turned, to the voice “hm—“ she started before he quickly stated “I could show you around, there is so much to see no? Without a child at-hand it makes walking and talking more.. appealing.” He offered as if a predator hiding behind a sheep. His slightly heeled shoes tapped with the rhythm of his cane.