Let's ask fate

seven

Haunting of Roseanne

Now, if you're a golfer, on a one-hour lunch break, you'd use that time up just getting the nearest course out of Manhattan. All this was a long overdue solution. Formerly a dilapidated pier and converted just five years ago. The range offers the inhabitants of this concrete jungle, the chance to keep their drive straight. Their short games accurate and most of all, brings the boys and frustrations of golf

Jennie sitting on the arm rest of a wooden bench, both feet up, chewing some gum and staring into an empty space. She adjusts her glasses by pushing its center up with her middle finger as she pouts her lips, then rests her chin in her palms. Feeling bored as ever, Jennie waited for the reporter to finished his spiels. When Jennie was young all she ever dreamed about was to be a documentary filmmaker. But her dad didn't want that for her, saying its a waste of time and that it cant make a living. Jennie's dream was crushed in an instant. It's only Lisa who was supportive of her, but being a good daughter that she is, Jennie gave up her dream, but still landed at being a sought of producer of news and entertainment. Its far from what she wants, but still she works behind the camera isn't she. Jennie took a deep breathe and watch the old men playing golf. She thought to herself again she used to love golf, there was a time that she became obsessed with it, that she even dreamed of them at night. Since when did I grow up, and became this boring?  Jennie asked herself.

Her phone vibrates in one of the pockets of her cargo pants. She took it out, to see who's calling. But it wasn't a call but a message, she put her phone back to into her pocket, decided she'll just call who texted her later. Jennie wasn't a big of a texter, she was more of a caller. But most she prefers talking in person, rather on phones, she loves to have that personal connection with the person, rather than with technology nor devices.

Jennie monitors the feed through her small portable monitor as the reporter wrapped it up.

This is Nick Roberts, ESPN News, New York City.

Jennie stood up, closed her portable monitor and shoved it in its bag, zipping it up

-Superb Nick! We got it. Thank you- Jennie stretched out her hand to Nick the reporter, offering her hand to shake. The man took it and shakes it, with an extra tightness to his grip. He held Jennie's hand a little longer than a normal handshake 

-In an industry like this its almost refreshing seeing a young and gorgeous woman like you. - said Nick, emphasizing the word woman, trying desperately to flirt

Jennie just nodded and smiled politely, then she quickly turned to her team dismissing the reporter.

-D? Gotta run, okay?

-What about the B-roll shot?- asked Doyeon, Jennie's partner

-No time D. Totally jammed with the wedding

Paging Roseanne. Roseanne Lawson, please come to the front desk -says a man over the speakers

Jennie stood up straight at the mention of Roseanne. She whips her head left to right in search for the person named Roseanne.

-J?- asked Doyeon bringing Jennie back to their conversation

-Ha? Oh yeah. Yeah. Here, you come back, get the B-roll on Friday? How's that?- Jennie hands Doyeon some of the equipment

-Yeah, okay. Whatever you say boss.

-D?- Jennie looked at Doyeon, with a tired stare, Jennie hate it when Doyeon calls her boss, or any from her team for that matter. She just doesn't like to be called boss, or ma'am. She just wants it to be just Jennie. She wants everything equal, not that she's high up there, no. And besides Doyeon is her friend. And Jennie is not everyone's boss. She wants to be everyone's friend.