July 10, 2014
This interview with Cavilla Gomez, the host of Tyler ENewz, was
taped seven days before Chloe Carter, the blond bombshell, walked into his
restaurant.
Gomez: Hello and welcome to
Tyler's ENewz tonight. We are here at The Double D Roadhouse in Miller, Texas
to chat with your Man of the Hour, Dean Dillard. According to you, he is
faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to
leap tall buildings in a single bound. Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Just kidding. Our guest tonight might be the closest thing to
Superman that East Texas is likely to see, but he isn't from the planet
Krypton. He was born and raised right here in Cherokee County.
That's not to say that he is without superpowers. Ask anyone that
has been to the Double D Roadhouse, and they will tell you that he is using his
superpowers to turn out incredible diner fare that is guaranteed to leave you
helpless to resist it. (The camera moves from the host to Dillard) How are you
tonight, Dean?
Dillard: (He
grimaces as she turns to him.) A little embarrassed by that lead-in, but
otherwise, I am fine. And I your viewer need to know that I am not the chef
here.
Gomez:
Yes, I'd have to agree with you, and I'm sure the ladies in our viewing
audience would join with me in saying, you are most certainly FINE. (She
looks at the camera and chuckles.) What do you say ladies? Let us
know what you think at hashtag F I N E. (Turning back to Dean, she gives
him a pseudo-innocent look.) How does it feel to be voted the ENewz Man
of the Hour?
Dillard: I
can't say that I've done anything to deserve it, but I'm honored.
Gomez: (She
looks at the camera, her expression one of playful disbelief.) All that
and modest, too. (Turning back to Dillard, she poses the question that he
marked off the list of questions allowable for the interview.) Are you single?
Dillard: (He
narrows his eyes and cocks his head to the side.) Yes. I am.
Gomez: (She
looks at the camera and winks.) Is there a woman waiting in the wings hoping to
change your mind?
Dillard: (He
favors the host with a tight smile.) Not to my knowledge.
Gomez: (She
feigns surprise.) How can that be? Our viewers voted you Man of the
Hour. Nearly every vote that came in by text, email, and Tweet mentioned
how hot you are. (Lowering her voice to a stage whisper, she moves
closer.) You can tell me, I know how to keep a secret. (She winks at
him.)
Dillard: (He
crosses his arms over his chest and stares at her.) No comment.
Gomez:
You don't think I'm going to let you get by with that, now do you?
Dillard: (He
glares at her.) No comment.
Gomez: You
are going to make me ask you, aren't you? (She turns to the camera and
appeals to the audience.) You want to know, don't you, ladies?
(Eyes wide, a grin tugging at her cherry red lips, she turns back to
Dean.) For all the ladies out there, can you describe your ideal woman?
The lady you see yourself marrying.
Dillard: (He clears his throat and coughs into his fist.)
First and foremost, my future wife needs to share my faith, so she will
be a Christian. Also, she needs to have a sense of humor if she is going to put
up with me. After that, I am open to whomever the Lord sends my way.
Gomez: (She
smirks at him.) Blonde or brunette?
Dillard: I
have to admit that I am partial to brunettes.
Gomez: Be
still my heart, I think I may be first in line. You did notice that I am
a brunette, right?
Dillard: (He
laughs, but it's a trifle forced.) Now that you mention it, yeah.
Gomez: Ouch!
Do I take that to mean if I leave you my number, you won't give me a
call?
Dillard: No
comment.
Gomez: (She issues a deep sigh and fans herself with the fingers of one cherry-red-tipped hand.) I like a man who knows when to keep his opinions to himself. (Through her earpiece she hears the music signaling the countdown to a commercial break, so she looks at the camera again.) You heard it here first, Tyler. Our man of the hour, Dean Dillard, the owner of The Double D Roadhouse in Miller, Texas, is tall, dark, handsome, and single.
The camera zooms in on Dean's face as he stands in the middle of his popular restaurant, iron-jawed, eyes snapping with irritation. Gomez winks at her cameraman and pulls a business card out of the pocket of her cherry red blazer. Crossing to Dean, she slips the card beneath his folded arms, wedging it against his chest before turning on her six-inch, spiked, cherry red heels and walking out the door.
"Going to give her a call, Boss?" Doyle Allen, the operations manager of the Double D, asks, coming to stand next to Dean. The two men watch as the crew packs up and leaves.
"Not a chance," Dean says as the door closes behind the last of the members of the ENewz team. "She's not my type."
"Yeah," Doyle Allen agrees. "She's something of a barracuda."
Dean shakes his head and grins, "Now that's just insulting to barracudas." Slapping his friend on the back, he picks up the car that has fallen to the floor, tears it in half, and drops it in the trashcan. "Let's get back to work."
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