Interview in the Fields
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Fiona Valens was on her first assignment as a reporter—a human interest story about the twenty-year anniversary of the Leon v. Stewart decision. To that end she had tracked down Benjamin Leon’s last known address and was currently standing at what could possibly be his front door, where she was attempting to calm herself and mentally go over her interview questions rather than think of how screwed she would be if Leon no longer lived here.
After taking a series of calming breathes, Fiona rang the doorbell and waited nervously. A minute passed, then two, but no one came to the door. Partly disappointed, partly relieved, she turned away and was about to head back to her car when a voice asked, “May I help you?”
Spinning around, the reporter found herself face-to-face with a morphic timber wolf.
“Ack!” She exclaimed. “Mr. Leon! I’m, uh, Valens Fiona—no, Fiona Valens. I’m an interviewer reporting on you and I’d—wait.”
“Take your time”. Leon said, amused at the startled woman.
“Right… thank you.” Fiona said. “My name is Fiona Valens, I’m a reporter. I’d like to interview you about your lawsuit twenty years ago if that’s alright.”
Leon considered her. “You’re the fourth reporter today who wanted to ask me about that. I’ve turned down the others, so why should I talk to you?”
Fiona began to fumble with a pocket on her jacket—the wolf’s gaze was making her nervous. After managing to get it open she took out a wrapped, rectangular package.
“Because I, umm… brought chocolate?”
Leon burst into laughter. He doubled over as the reporter stood there, growing redder and redder by the second.
“Hehe… I’m sorry but that was just too perfect. I mean with the way you are—and what you just—seriously, chocolate?”
“It’s not that funny…” Fiona mumbled as she looked at her feet.
“You’re right, it isn’t.” Said Leon when he had calmed himself. “But the other three who came were so serious, and then with you it was just so…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word.
“Pathetic?” Fiona offered dejectedly.
Leon looked alarmed. “What? No, no! Nothing like that! It was just kinda… quaint, or something.” His ears drooped. I’m not making you feel any better, am I?” She shook her head. He sighed. “Fine… if it’ll stop you from looking like I just shot your dog I’ll do the interview. But I still want the chocolate.”