Tom stood in the lobby, his face naked.
“Oh my God, Tom, what happened to you?”
He looked up from his phone, wondering who was talking to him. He saw the secretary – what was her name again? – and smiled. She’s so pretty, he thought. His eyes glanced down from her face to the low-cut top she wore, then back to her eyes. She reached up and pulled the shirt a little higher on her chest.
“Oh, I just felt like a change is all. Wanted to look a bit younger, so I shaved it all off. Sometimes you need a change, you know?”
“Yeah, but your beard! It was all gruff and…I don’t know, lumberjacky.”
Tom laughed. “Well, I’ll put on a flannel shirt for you tomorrow, how’s that?”
“Better,” she smiled and buzzed him into the office.
Walking through the halls, he heard gasps and shocked whispers. He sat at his desk, pleased with himself to have made such a splash, with so little effort. Best one yet, he thought.