Gilbert worked in an art gallery, and he was currently on the phone at the front desk talking to Roderich. Two girls were currently laughing at an art piece of four nude men facing away from the camera. Gilbert turned when he heard a "Look at him! Eurh!" before talking into the phone. "Just a minute." He turned back to the girls. " Actually, they're not funny. They're art." The girls scoffed, walking away, and Gilbert went back to the phone. "OK, let's say, er, Thursday, my place."
From the other end; "Great. …but for now, I've got Elizabeta on the other line. Can I patch you through? she wants to ask you a favour."
Gilbert nodded even though Roderich couldn't see. "OK, fine."
There was a pause. "Thanks and, er, be nice."
Gilbert scoffed. "I'm always nice."
"You know what I mean, Gilbert, be friendly."
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "I'm always..."
There was a click, and another voice came over the speaker. "Gilbert?"
Gilbert sighed internally. "Hi. How was the honeymoon?"
"Oh It was great. Thanks for the gorgeous sendoff."
Gilbert shifted in his seat. "So, what can I do for you?"
There was shifting on the other end, and then ; "It's only a tiny favour. I've just tried the wedding video and it's a complete disaster. It's come out all blue and wibbly."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry."
She continues; "And I remember you filming a lot on the day - and I just wondered if I could look at your stuff."
Gilbert starts to panic. "Oh no - look - To be honest, I didn't really..."
"Please. All I want is just one shot of me in a wedding dress that isn't bright turquoise."
Gilbert sighs. "Okay , - I'll have a look - but to be honest I'm pretty sure I wiped it, so don't get any hopes up. Must go." He hangs up the phone before she can say anything else.