Please picture a character portrayed by Hugh Grant, in his late 30s, early 40s, with an armful of shopping bags, walking into his office and stopping short because there's a man on his hands and knees crawling around the rug with an honest-to-god magnifying glass.
"Er."
The man looks up at him through the fucking magnifying glass, making one of his startlingly blue eyes enormous, and the guy starts flapping his free hand, freaking out in what cannot be a real american southern accent.
"Please—sir—this is officially a crime scene. Well, not officially. I have no authority to make it official—but your shoes, please."
He's not wearing his shoes.
This late slightly greying Hugh Grant is just standing there—"Pardon me, but who are you and what are you doing on my rug in my office?"
And it suddenly occurs to the very impatient man that this guy (philip) must think this is strange. He sighs.
"My name is Benoit Blanc, and I am a detective. And if you wander into the adjoining studio, you will be disappointed to find a dead body."
anyway that's how Ben Blanc meets his boyfriend
