"We're up all night for good fun, we're up all night to get lucky!" A young woman's voice wailed out of tune.
Halfway out of his car, Henrik Hanssen flinched. Looking over at the bench, Chantelle Lane was seated - earbuds in - singing her heart out.
"She's up all night for good fun! I'm up all night to get lucky!"
Hanssen winced at the sound. Picking up his box of folders he locked up his car and straightened, peering at Nurse Lane, as he edged closer - a dubious expression on his face. She was now waving her furry-booted feet back and forth, blonde head bobbing along to the beat coming from her iPod.
He stood perfectly still, watching her for a moment. What she lacked in tunefulness she made up for in enthusiasm. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut, face scrunched up, hands punching the air in delight. He found himself smiling.
"We've come too farrrrr, to give up, who we areeee! So let's raise the bar and our cups=" A hand lifted, presumably with an imaginary cup in it. "To the stars!"
Hanssen blinked slowly, arranging his face in a more moderate expression. It wasn't Wagner, but it was expressing a sentiment he could agree with and it was unbearably catchy. Not knowing what the song was, he hummed the few bars he had heard and unseen by the nurse, who was still wailing joyfully, he departed for his office.
Pulling her earbuds out, Chantelle sighed happily. As she cleared up the remains of her lunch and got ready to walk into the building, Michael Spence was sauntering the other way briskly, on route to the takeaway.
"Hey!"
"Oh hey! I just finished-"
"Not on your case, Chan, you better get your butt back in though, I just passed Hanssen" A puzzled look crept over his face.
"Something wrong?"
"Nah...not really. He was humming..." Spence spun on his heel, talking to her as he walked backwards away. "I just never had him down as a fan of Daft Punk" He shrugged and chuckled as Chantelle's eyes widened. "Guy's full of suprises...later, Channers!"