Walking downtown was something that was an everyday thing for me: depending on who you asked, I was either fortunate or unfortunate that the office I worked in was located dead smack in the center of everything. Some people hated downtown more than anything but I enjoyed it for all it had to offer.
Plus, being there made me feel like I was in some sort of 80s/90s movie.
I had just gotten off work, I was running late because I had gone out of the way to make sure a customer's account was reactivated. I could have just transferred the call to a manager but no, his situation was fucked up and I prided myself in finding the solution. It took an hour but it was done and I would be recognized for my hard work.
I was already late so I idly walked down the street, taking the scenery in. The sun was setting and the orange hues made for a beautiful backdrop on the buildings and trees. The next bus wouldn't arrive for another fifteen minutes so I had plenty of time to stroll casually. Even if I missed it, there was no real rush to get home; I had no one there to tend to.
I was glad that for once, I paid attention to my surroundings. I would have missed the man above me on a scaffolding slightly attached to a building. I strained my neck to look at him and had to admit that he was a bit stunning. I loved a man in a suit and his was a bluish-gray that seemed tailored to fit him. The orange from the setting sun made a ring on his finger glint slightly but not enough to blind anyone, or even bring any attention to himself: I just so happened to have been looking around to see him.
Something made my heart thump hard though, and I knew it wasn't the fact that he was a good-looking chocolate man. No, there was something a bit off about this and then I realized why. What was a man in a suit doing on a scaffolding: those were made for workers… right? He stared blankly ahead but I knew I had to do something to grab his attention.
This man was gonna jump.
I still had some do-gooder left in me from resolving that call and I made my way towards the scaffold. My voice caught in my throat for a second before I decided on what to say. "H-Hey! Mister, don't do it! There's so much to life, so much that you're overlooking. Don't end it like that, someone will miss you terribly! Life is so precious and for you to ju–"
"Cut!" a grumbly voice came from my left. The guy whose life I was trying to save just gave me a look of confusion before I spun around towards the voice. That's when I noticed the camera crew and the director who glared at me. "How did she get over here?"
My cheeks ached as I slowly realized what was going on and I looked back up at the guy on the scaffolding. Now that I was in my right mind… the structure wasn't even that high up: had he jumped, he would've only sprained an ankle or broken a bone, worst-case scenario. A couple of people helped the man down and wow, he was much taller than I expected. He approached me with a chuckle.
"Don't worry love, jumping was not in the plans for today." a British accent rang out and it took everything for my toes not to curl. Instead, I did the next best thing: gawked and tried to form my words. Someone came by and grabbed me by my arm, escorting me away from the scene. "Be nice, she was only looking out for my well being." the guy responded with a smile and I switched glances between him, the director and the guy escorting me away.
"I'm… I'm sorry. I thought…" it was pointless so I closed my mouth as the guy pulled me back towards the street. He eventually chuckled as he looked at me.
"Good to know there's still some good Samaritans out here! Don't worry about it, there should've been some signs posted about us filming. I guess not. This would be the part where I offered to make you an extra but one, I don't have that authority and two, I think we've already filled the quota on extras." he explained but I couldn't help but look past him to the British dream.
"It's, it's okay. Is he… famous?"
"Who, Thomas? Depends on who you ask… and where you're from. He's huge in Britain and on Broadway. This is a short being filmed, a project of his, actually. Maybe you should be on the lookout for it?"
"Ah. Okay." if I had to be honest with myself, I wasn't a huge TV person, I didn't even have cable in the apartment. But Thomas was good-looking, tall and charming, and that was in the few seconds he had spoken to me. I would definitely search the fuck out of Google when I got home.
"Well, take care and keep up the good work, talking people out of offing themselves!" the guy smirked and winked before turning to go back to the set. I kept my grumbling in, knowing that even strangers wouldn't let me live the moment down.