Leon had been left alone in his office for too long. He wasn't bored, however, he was merely conjuring up rather implausible plots. Today, the implausible plot involved him trying on a blonde wig, the exact length and style that Hattie Durham's hair had been.
"Nope. I don't think this blonde wig is helping. Maybe I should get an airhostess outfit…" he muttered to himself, looking in the mirror he kept on his wall. And then David Hassid walked in.
"Is this a bad time…just wanted to know if I can see Nicolae." the computer technician mumbled, a little surprised to see Leon in such a state.
"Fancy Nicolae? Who said anything about fancying Nicolae? Not me certainly." Leon said, very quickly, and not just a little loudly. David's jaw dropped.
"No….I want to see Nicolae."
"If I can't then your cert-" Leon continued, seeming to have totally lost his wits, until realisation dawned. "Oh, right."
"Yeah, erm, I don't have an appointment."
"I'll just see…"
"Do you realize you have a blonde wig on?" David asked, a bit awkwardly.
"This? Do I?"
"Yes."
"Well you see…I'm rehearsing for a bit in a…musical."
"A musical?"
"Always wanted to be on Broadway."
"I thought you wanted to be a tailor?"
David had evidently been talking to Suhail, and Leon panicked.
"Erm…yeah, a singing tailor. A….singing….tailor…in a blonde wig. You know, that old dream." he improvised hurriedly.
"I wanted to be an astronaut." David shrugged, wanting to stop Leon's train of thought before he came up with something really crazy.
"Wow! That's really out there isn't it!…I gotta go."
"This is your office." David observed.
"Oh…well then…" Leon paused, racking his brains for something to get away from David.
"What's that over there?" he shouted, in true comedic fashion. David fell for it.
"Over where?" he asked, turning around. Leon decided to run out while he was distracted, leaving behind a very confused David Hassid in his wake.