Zach Reeves stumbled out of bed on Monday morning throwing on his work clothes and trademark glasses. He shot out the door and hopped in his GMC Sierra heading towards the office, on time again. It was a beautiful Fall day. Zach rolled the window down and breathed in. He could swear he smelled Football in the air, or maybe it was just the Fall leaves.
Today his mind was on artificial grass and miniature golf, though. He had landed a big project for his company in downtown Plainsville. Zach was born and raised in Plainsville, so when the Mayor had asked for his help with the downtown rejuvenation project his only answer was yes, of course!
Zach pulled up to the small white building his company occupied and noticed a car he didn’t recognize in the lot. Thinking that was strange because they didn’t typically have visitors he approached the buildings front door. Before he could reach for the handle though the door exploded open. “Hi, Mr. Reeves, right? My name is Bridgette, and I must say I am a huge fan! I’m sure you get that a lot. Anyways I work for the Plainsville Journal and I would love to snag an interview with you.” Bridgette looked down at her watch, “Say right now? Are you free?”
Zach took a step back studying her face. He couldn’t help but think she was quite pretty. She was also staring at him with her large green eyes. Crap, he thought, what did she just say? He wasn’t sure how to respond so he just said, “Sure.”
Bridgette’s face broke into a huge smile, “Oh great, my editor is going to be thrilled! You are the best Mr. Reeves.”
“Please, call me Zach,” he replied, still unsure of what he had just agreed to.
“Okay, Zach,” she laughed putting air quotes around his name, “so shall we?”
“Shall we what?” Zach questioned.
Bridgette giggled again, “Shall we start the interview silly.” She reached out and put her hand on his arm.
Shoot, he thought, what had he just agreed to? He was pretty sure he had a 10 AM meeting he would be needing to cancel now. Even worse, he really did not want to get interviewed. She left him no choice though because apparently, he had already agreed. So, he said, “My office is the second door on the left.” He motioned with his hand towards the hallway.
Bridgette released a breath, and it sounded like she had been holding it in for some time. She talked a mile a minute, Zach thought. “Great,” she said relaxing her shoulders. “So, first question, what inspired your business?”
“Um, I guess it was a combination of my Dad and my love for small town living,” Zach replied.
“Wow, that is so insightful. Okay, so what is your 5-year plan for the business?” Bridgette inquired.
“I guess I haven’t thought about it,” Zach replied, his face reddening.
“Oh my gosh that is so brave,” Bridgette replied. She had a way of making people feel comfortable and uncomfortable all at the same time. “Okay, last question, what are your plans for the big downtown rejuvenation project?”
Now, this was a question Zach could get behind, “Well, I grew up here and I am so thankful I get to be a part of this project. I was planning on using our turf to create a new putting green and miniature golf course where that old abandoned lot is. Not only will this clean up that lot, but it will provide a whole new activity that people can do, which should drive more foot traffic to the local shops and restaurants in the area. I’m really excited to see this come together.”
Bridgette replied, “O my, that is simply wonderful, I can’t wait to see it when it’s done.”
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