Headed back to the office, after a long lunch, Louis Litt enters an elevator and hits the button for the 50th floor. Just as the doors start to close, an arm stops them. The doors re-open, and a curvy redhead steps in. Dressed in a low-cut black mini-dress, fishnet stockings and shiny black boots, she is weighed down with bags and cases. She has multiple instruments fastened to one another on her back. When she has everything in the elevator car, she smiles at Louis.

"Hi. Could you please hit the button for floor 50?"

"Already done."

"Oh. Brilliant. Thanks!"

He looks at the woman for a moment.

Even without the bags and instruments, she doesn't fit in here. What possible business could she have at a firm like Pearson Hardman?

"Um. So, I gotta ask. What's with all the stuff?"

"Hmm? Oh." She looks around at the pile, as if seeing it for the first time. "A friend of mine works here. He says the vibe in his office is all wrong; asked me to come up with some people and do a 'musical exorcism'."

Oh great, one of those New Age weirdos.

"A what?"

"Sorta like - private concert meets feng shui. My friend had to switch offices with someone, though it only lasted a few days. Thing is, the guy who had the office has REALLY bad taste in music. We're talking soft rock, smooth jazz, Celine Dion. Ullgh." the woman shudders and pulls a face. "Terrible stuff. The 'exorcism' should get rid of the polluting influence of the bad music, and fix the vibe. It sounds crazy, but it makes people feel better."

Louis feels out of his element talking to this woman. He's sure she's playing some kind of angle, but has no idea what. Confused by both the woman, and the conversation, he decides it can't hurt to keep talking to her. If he does, something may eventually make sense.

"It does sound a bit crazy. Is it a common thing? I mean, do you do a lot of these?"

She cracks a smile. "No, not a lot. It's really only for the extremely rich, or the extremely nerdy. Fortunately, my friend is both."

The elevator dings and the doors open to the 50th floor.

"Oh. Here we are! It was really nice talking to you." the woman says to Louis.

"Well, you have a lot of stuff here, can I help?"

"If you want to. I certainly won't say no."

Louis picks up a few bags and holds the elevator doors open while the redhead walks out.

She's certainly smiling at me a lot. Women never smile at me like that. What is her deal?

"So, who is your rich, nerdy friend?"

"His name is Harvey Specter. He's some kind of high-powered lawyer. You know him?"

Somehow, that figures.

"Yeah, we've worked together once or twice. You know, big cases, where I needed a good second chair. How do you know him?"

"I studied jazz composition with his dad for a few years, before coming here. Harvey helped me get settled when I moved to the city."

"How nice. Sounds just like him - helpful. His office is right at the corner here."

"Oh, that's great. Thank you so much." she says, dropping things in a pile by Donna's desk. "By the way, I'm Kitty. What's your name?"

"Louis. Louis Litt."

"Well, Louis Litt - " she leans in and plants a kiss on his cheek "thanks for your help. I really appreciate it."

"Uh. Yeah. No problem." he responds, nervously.

"You should come by later, if you have the chance." she says, biting her lower lip and twirling a tendril of copper-colored hair.

"Yeah, I - uh - I'd like that. See you later." he says, then turns to head for his office.

Behind him, he can hear Harvey and Kitty talking:

"Did you just kiss Louis on the cheek?"

"Mhmm, he helped me carry all this stuff from the elevator. Seems like a really nice guy; kinda nervous, but very nice."

"Nice? You sure we're talking about the same Louis? Ouch."

Kitty had punched him in the arm.

"He's a lot nicer than you, asshole."

Louis walks back to his office with a smile on his face.