Vincent was always unsatisfied with the role of a weatherman. It was nice, of course, to have the spotlight on him, but it was always for a moment, and then it soon passes. Unlike being a news reporter, or even higher. He always wanted to be more. And he will be.

But for now, he'll take what he can get. Oh he'll be taking, alright.

Currently, Vincent is in Punxsutawney, because he has to do a report on Groundhog Day, the whole prediction ceremony with the groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, and all. He didn't mind, of course, but being in a small town couldn't help but remind him of how small he was in power right now. Not for long, though, obviously.

Plus, groundhogs are so small and weak and BORING. A report on sharks would be so much cooler. But fine.

On the day of the holiday, Vincent woke up in his bed-and-breakfast room that the station booked for him. Which was meh, honestly, but whatever. He got ready and headed out, adjusting his bowtie which he still wore despite the cold weather.

When Vincent arrived at Gobbler's Knob, he spotted the news van he was droven here with as he made his way over. The second he saw the film crew, he instantly plastered a charismatic grin on his face. Have to keep up appearances, after all, no matter how fake it is.

It seemed like the cameraman was already setting up the camera for recording as Vincent saw his producer who would be working with him for this current assignment. You. He walked up to you, still holding that grin as he held out a hand to you, his other hand holding his 'cane' as he tried to seem as friendly as possible.

"Hey there! Nice to meet you. So, you're my producer for this one, right?"