Wilbur's heart sped up. Be cool. Violet smiled shyly then quickly looked down at the plate of fries in front of her. One of her friends leaned in and whispered something to her.

So what now? Wilbur thought to himself. She knows I exist. That's a good start isn't it? Oh no, am I still staring at her? Nervously, Wilbur sat back down in his seat to hide behind his menu.

"Chuck Berry, nice. This song is classic," a voice confidently spoke on the other side of Wilbur's menu.

Wilbur cautiously put down his menu. In front of him sat a teenage girl, jet black hair pulled back by a purple headband. Dark blue eyes accompanied by a confident by slowly faltering smile looked back at him.

"Sorry I didn't mean to bother you…" Violet replied, now shy, "You just have um, good taste. My name's Violet."

Wilbur still couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't stop staring! Violet turned to look at her friends as if asking for help when suddenly Wilbur came to.

"Oh, uh, hi! Sorry. My name's Wilbur. Wilbur Robinson," he stuck out his hand to shake hers, "Yeah, Chuck Berry is cool, love him. Thought he was just what this place needed in order to liven it up, you know?"

Violet laughed, "Oh I know. So, what other music do you like? Do you like the Beatles?"

"The Beatles? Oh yeah, they're great! Please, Please Me, man what a great album! And that one time they were on the Ed Sullivan show? Great stuff. They're uh… yeah, great," Wilbur diverted his eyes down to the menu, hoping he didn't sound too stupid.

Violet couldn't stop smiling. Wilbur noticed there was a silence and looked back up at her. Her smile was, well, great. After a solid 30 seconds of beaming at each other Violet excused herself to say something to her friends. Wilbur guessed she told them they could go home without her, because Violet hugged each of the girls, the girls left, and Violet returned to Wilbur's table.

"So, Wilbur, wanna split some fries?" Violet asked.

Wilbur called over a waiter and ordered one large plate of fries and two Cokes. The food was brought over almost immediately. He grabbed a ketchup bottle, took off the weird vintage twist off cap, and prepared to pour it onto the fries.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Violet sounded shocked. "Were you just about to pour the ketchup onto the fries? Are you monster, who does that?

Wilbur was so taken back he completely froze like a deer in the headlights. A smile crept over Violet's face.

"Do not tell me you're a dipper," Wilbur replied.

"A what?!"

"You pour your ketchup on the side, and you dip the fries! Oh my, gosh, I'm eating with a girl who's a dipper. I can't believe this."

Violet could not even contain herself, she and Wilbur were laughing so much even the gum chewing hostess turned to look.

After that, Wilbur and Violet talked for two solid hours, and at least an hour of it was spent laughing.

"No, no, no your family is nothing compared to mine! Mine is…well mine is very different let me just say," Violet informed Wilbur, and her statement was certainly true.

"I doubt they're that different, you should meet my mom! Or my butler! Or any of my uncles!"

"Well, I guess I'll just have to do that one day then."

"Do what? Meet my family?"

"Yes, I would love nothing more than to meet the Robinsons," Violet began and then glanced at the neon clock on the wall, "Well I actually I have to go home now, but Wilbur, can I see you again soon?"

Wilbur and Violet both blushed.

"I'll meet you here tomorrow at 2?"

"Sounds great," Wilbur and Violet both stood up. They faced each other, both continuing to blush.

Wilbur held out his hand to Violet, "See you tomorrow, Violet."

Violet shook his hand, "See you tomorrow, Wilbur."