Zack just stood there waiting. He didn't want too many people to see him. Hence why he parked the jet plane in the field a ways outside of town. He looked at the door. He blinking. Selling something? Not likely. He shook his head. "Not a mormon. Definitely not an avon lady." He lifted his gaze. Removing his sunglasses. "Actually I'm Zack Martinez. I got your letter. I came to grant your Christmas wish." he says. He pulled out his travel bag. "Brought you some stuff I've autographed...including a limited edition scene from my very first movie." he says. Holding the bag out to her. "Can I come in? No one but Brice, my agent slash bodyguard, even knows I'm here. I would like to keep it that way for now." He says softly. Smiling at her and pulled the shades completely off. Now it was just him and a hoody with a baseball cap underneath it.