The incessant noise of my heels clicking against the dirty, hard asphalt was a sound I had gotten used to since visiting the big city. As blank-faced people passed by, their eyes focused straight ahead, my gaze caught a short man's, who seemed to be interested in the black briefcase clutched tightly in my hands. My palms turned white as I held the case tighter and the man slowly began heading towards me. The rhythm of my heels sped up, as did my heart, and before I could stop him, the man had ripped the case from my iron grip. My pulse pounded in my head as I paused for a second, watching his dark head of hair weave it's way through the faces who seemed more disturbed.
I came back to my senses when another man, this one was taller, bumped against my shoulder as he ran after the other one, "Stop!" He yelled, each step carefully placed, "Stop that man!"
I begged my feet to move, picking up into a sprint to retrieve my only possession from the hands of that thief. I saw the short man disappear, and for a second I had lost hope, until I saw his scrawny body flat against the floor, his hands pinned down by strong arms, and my case thrown about 3 feet from him. I composed myself before gracefully walking over and picking up the case. While I waited for the newly-formed crowd to disperse, I got a better look at the man pinning down my attacker. His dark hair was strewn sporadically across his forehead, which framed his well-carved face perfectly. He glanced up, meeting my eyes before letting go of the very red-faced man, who quickly scrambled off into a sketchy alley. I immediately turned to continue on my way, acting as if nothing had happened, when the dark-haired man stepped in front of me, "Are you alright?" He asked, genuine concern clouding his voice.
"Fine," I muttered, glancing down at the asphalt, trying my best to conceal my accent. I attempted to step around him, but he stepped the same direction.
"Are you sure? You look pretty shaken up," he reached out to put a hand on my shoulder and I flinched, but decided to keep up an act.
I put on a smile, softly removing his considerably larger hand from my shoulder, "Thank you, but I'm alright," I replied gently, "You did help, but I best be on my way. I have a meeting to attend to." I said, gesturing to my case.
One of his eyebrows shaped into an arch, "A meeting? At this hour?" His gaze lightened, "Oh," he said, a slow smile growing across his face, "That kind of meeting."
I felt my face flush bright red, hopefully concealed by the dark veil shrouded across the city. Who did this man think he was?! "I'll have you know that this is no meeting of the sort, and the fact that you would suggest such an idea is despicable." I declared, verbally putting my foot down.
He paused for a quick second then burst out laughing. Gasping for air, he managed out the words, "Despicable," he breathed, "she called me..despicable."
I realized I had let my fiery temper get the best of me, and inhaled deeply before continuing down the dark and now empty street, unknowing of the role the dark-haired man, who I would know to be Grayson, would play in my journey.
-CAST-
isabel shields - played by lala baptiste
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grayson dolan - as himself
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