Leslie, seldom remembered as Mr. Big's assistant, strolled through the city, unnoticed as usual. Though she longed to be noticed by other villains, sometimes being under the radar had its advantages.
Currently, Mr. Big was in jail, but she had slipped out of the penthouse unseen by the police. She was free to do whatever she pleased. Until Mr. Big was released, of course.
She turned the corner, still lost in her own world and ran right into someone. She lifted her head to see a largely-built person with a head shaped like a sandwich. He seemed vaguely familiar…
"I am Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy," the person said. "No one should run into me." Then he noticed Leslie, her small frame covered in a formal-looking suit. "Oh, hello there. Have we met before? I feel like I recognize you from somewhere."
"I'm Leslie, Mr. Big's assistant. You've probably seen me at villain conventions."
Chuck's eyes glazed over. Never had he seen such a beautiful person, in an uptight sort of way. The way her glasses perched on her nose and how her blond hair just seemed to fall into place. He was lost, swept away by her beauty.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way." She hurried past him and down the street.
Chuck watched her until she was no more than a speck in the distance. "Leslie," he said to himself, standing up and starting home, almost in a daze. "What a beautiful name."
When he arrived home, all he could think about was Leslie. How could he have never noticed her before? She was so attractive, even if she did seem a little tense.
"Chuckie!"
"What, Mom?" Chuck was reluctant to be pulled out of his reverie.
"Guess what? Your brother's coming to visit! Isn't that wonderful?"
"Leslie is wonderful," Chuck mumbled.
"What was that?"
Chuck shook his head, trying to dislodge Leslie from his memory. "Uh, yeah Mom, that's wonderful." But he wasn't really listening anymore as his mother babbled on about what to do before Brent arrived. Brent didn't matter. The only person who mattered to Chuck was Leslie.