The group saw him as he approached them and became startled as men in suits were generally not the nicest to them if they happened to acknowledge them at all. “Hey I know you,” said coco as she slurred the words at him, “you’re that computery guy in 6E.” “Uh, ya that’s me,” Blasi replied as he tried to hide the feelings of confusion and excitement that someone knew who he was. “Why do you where that suit if you just sit inside all day?” Ollie interjected as he eyed Luca’s expensive silk. “Do you know who Deion Sanders is?” he replied. “Of course! One of the greatest NFL players of all time!” “Well, I’m no athlete, but he had a motto that I choose to agree with: ‘If you look good, you feel good. If you feel good, you play good. If you play good, they pay good.’”
“That’s a bit cocky coming from you,” said Coco as she cracked a grin. “Yes but as you can hear my speech is a bit flawed and I look like your typical geek so, I have to make up for it somewhere,” replied Blasi. “By the way,” he continued, “My dog could talk.” “SEEEEEE!” Ollie screamed. “But not in the way your thinking, I just taught my dog various simple phrases that he could then use to tell me what he wants.” “Oh,” Ollie said disappointedly, “This dog was speakin purebred English!” “Yes that is not possible,” Luca said. “I have work to do it was nice talking to you all,” he said. They all said their blurred goodbyes as Blasi returned to his apartment.
As Blasi returned, he opened his computer and saw a notification. He opened it and read the following:
“ Dear Mr. Blasi,
I need your help.
Pierre Leclerc”
