Dilly

Willy

I was, unfortunately, out of answers. It was such a painful, heart-stabbing feeling. I always had answers, whether it was coming up with a new flavor or a new marketing idea. I squinted through the freezing, foggy wind. Oh, those children... The joy in their eyes and in their smiles, those shiny sheets of paper in their hands.
Through that terrible weather, I saw a figure coming closer. I wanted to say something to them. Perhaps to go away or that we were closed for the day. I didn't want anyone even a few meters close to me. But something was stopping me. Maybe I was just numb. The figure knocked on that door. Should I tell them no one was gonna answer since I told the oompa loompas not to? Or should I let them stand in the freezing wind until they get back home? I made my decision.
"Shoo!" I yelled.
Slowly, the figure turned to walk toward me. The fog slowly faded away to reveal that the figure was a man, quite handsome and sleek.
He pulled out his phone and then looked at me as if he suddenly realized something. "I heard you're running out of ideas," he said in a smooth voice. It didn't really match with his bleach blonde hair. He proceeded to say, "I got one that I think will work."