I DON'T OWN IT CROWD OR ANYTHING RELATED. ALL RIGHTS GO TO GRAHAM LINEHAN.
Get out of the lift. Get out of the lift. Get out of the lift. Get out of the lift.
Moss forced the door to the lift open and he walked down to all the computers. As he got to where everyone was working, a blond-haired girl who was around his age raised her hand up slightly in the air and caught his eyes. He made his way over to her and took a nearby chair to pull it up next to her.
"Hi," she smiled. "I'm Helena. What's your name? I never got the chance to ask on the phone."
Moss paused for a second and stared back, puzzled at her pleasant nature. Since when was someone this nice? He was only used to Roy and Jen (and his mum) being nice to him.
"Um... I'm Moss," he replied.
He sat down next to Helena and turned her computer screen towards him.
"Right, I need to install some anti-virus software," Moss said. "I don't know why it's not on your computer already."
"Sure," she sighed, resting her chin on her hand.
Moss put on his larger glasses and after a few minutes, he managed to install the software on to Helena's computer.
"It's a lot faster now, it's one of the advantages of the Pentium processing," he said.
He looked at her, and then away again. He put on his smaller glasses.
"Yeah," she breathed. "I like your glasses..."
Moss pushed his glasses a little further up his nose.
"I'm afraid they're not for sale," he said.
"Ha ha!" Helena laughed.
"Laugh all you want! They're not for sale!" he said, allowing a tiny smile. Helena grinned.
"You're funny..." she said. Moss collected up his things and he stood up to leave. He glanced at her quickly and then looked away again. He pressed his lips together and began to walk away.
"Bye... Moss," she said.
Get out of the lift. Get out of the lift. Get out of the lift.