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Tommie knew a hottie when she saw one, no denying that. Certainly not a local girl and she didnât seem up her own ass quite enough to be a competitor- camera oporater? Jaded girlfriend of another crew member? The character who joined as part of a mid season plot twist? âWell I certainly wonât say it while Iâm recording so youâll never be able to prove it.â She pulled out her phone and swiped through to the voice recording app, but didnât press any buttons just yet. Hey, she was a good judge of character and if this chick ended up being smart enough to see this show for the capitalist schmuck fest it really was Tommie wouldnât mind voicing a few of her own unsvaory opinions about the whole thing, just to have someone to share them with.
Whoever she was if she was trying to be subtle when she checked Tommie out, she wasnât. No skin off her back though honestly, she was more than used to a set of eyes on her. So Tommie didnât rush when she slid her blazer down and off so she could set it over a spot on the hay bale before taking a seat- the material of her dress wasnât super thick, she didnât want to get poked at while she was sitting down.  âI wish it was something interesting like that.â She sighed, âno, I host a segment on local radio and Iâm going to be talking all about the show- latest updates, hot new gossip all that jazz. I just want a few cool sound bites for the first episode since there wonât be a whole lot to say just yet. So.âÂ
Tommie turns the recorder on, and her radio voice too- a little higher in pitch than she is naturally, perkier and more melodic. âWhat do you think about Maize of Love settling down somewhere as small as St Cloud, will it be good for the locals?â
Cheeky and cute to boot, Macâs favorite type. She had a particular soft spot for the nerdy ones, probably something to do with how fondly she remembered high school lockers. Though she hadnât expected to hear that such a nerd (it didnât matter how much of a babe she was, a dweeb was a dweeb) was little more than the local Perez Hilton. Not to mention the fact that it only took Mac a handful of seconds to realize that Farmer Selena Gomez had no idea who she was. (Not that she was offended or anything, she would never presume that every country bumpkin knew her name, but covering the sleazy lives of the rich and famous? That was Macâs shit; how many more casinos did she have to trash before Podunk hotties started recognizing her?)
âDepends on your definition of good.â On one hand, this was a rare, romantic comedy opportunity to pretend that she wasnât the manic pixie dream girl from hell. And on the other-- well, where was the fun in that?
âA film crew can be pretty disruptive, and you know those LA types. Vapid, self-centered, inconsiderate,â Mac waved her hand in the universal gesture of I could go on. âBut weâre also most likely going to be the only interesting thing to blow through this town since the Great Flood.â She beamed, dimples and all, and leaned forward as if the recorder were a microphone. âYou can quote me on that.â
















