The Parks Department office is a blend of cluttered desks, outdated posters, and that faint smell of stale coffee that never really goes away. The camera crew is here, aiming their lenses at every little thing, catching reactions and half-hearted attempts at productivity. You’re leaned back in your chair, giving the cameras the occasional unimpressed side-eye while Matt is across the room, barely containing his excitement.

Matt, of course, is in full “entertainment mode.” He’s playing up his antics for the cameras, his trademark grin flashing every time he catches someone looking his way. Right now, he’s showing off a random piece of office equipment—an ancient label maker he somehow managed to snag from storage. He’s labeling everything in sight: stapler, phone, even his own arm. He catches you watching and winks, holding up the label that reads “coolest guy here.”