She Thinks She's A What?

Part 1: Date Or Death

*Starting Scene*

Standing towards the middle of a bridge that stretches for a couple of miles, its road and sides moderately covered in moss from lack of maintenance, a tanned-skinned young man with hazel eyes gawks at the area's western region. As he does that, the male witnesses a dame possessing straight, black hair reaching a bit over her shoulders while perched atop the bridge's concrete, safety barriers, visible via the light from the currently setting sun, and thinks, "How did things turn out like this?" He promptly shifts his concentration to his attire, which is comprised of a long-sleeved, white, buttoned shirt tucked into his grey trousers, while continuing his thought process with realization arising. "Oh, yeah... Today was as normal as ever." The fellow soon draws his right hand to the rear of his head to scratch his brown, buzzed hair prior to thinking. "The usual routine of waking up, getting dressed for work, doing said job diligently to not get fired, eat any chance I can get and..." Suspicion replaces the guy's attitude and mutters amidst steering his vision eastward, "Wait, didn't I do something different?"

With that, the lad delves deep into his mind to collect every detail he's able to remember of his day as he forgets all about the chick before him while telling himself in a low volume, agitation forming a tad, "Think, Maky! This could be a matter of life or death!" He then gasps out of astonishment and directs his focus skyward until gingerly commenting in a bland manner, "Nope. Everything's the same." Maky removes his eastern appendage from his head so he could pat his stomach while some sadness is portrayed. "Especially my chubbiness. That crap ain't gone yet."

The sound of dragging shoes is suddenly invoked due to the unknown female inching closer to the bridge's ledge, extending her arms at opposite sectors of her person.

Maky snaps his attention to the character, urgency overcoming him, while lowering his right hand.

Not long after, the woman allows herself to fall off the bridge just when she shuts her light, brown eyes to accept the decision she's arrived at. To her disappointment, the individual feels her descent halting a lot faster than she anticipated via a tight grip administered to her left hand's wrist. Simultaneously, she looks at the river that's far below her present, dangling position as her left arm is hoisted over her head while becoming quite infuriated. Following that, the chick navigates her gaze upward and discerns Maky's presence as she blurts out in a threatening tone, "Why did you stop me?!"

Maky's caught off guard, contorted over the barrier to ensure he retains his right hand's grasp of the female's appendage and has his left limb clinging to the bridge's side for leverage, amidst reluctantly answering with a hint of confusion. "Uh... You would've died?"

The brunette narrows her eyes in a scrutinizing way. "That's the point! Why else would I have been on the ledge?! Do I appear to be someone who enjoys being on top of dangerous places?!"

Maky innocently nods. "It's possible. I have no idea what might interest you. I don't know you after all."

The young lady's agitation increases. "Exactly, you don't! I didn't ask you to save me! I'm not in distress, so mind your business and let go!"

Maky curiously cocks his left eyebrow. "You sure? Is this really the only option you have remaining?"

The damsel sternly nods. "Yeah! I've put a lot of thought into it! I don't wanna' live anymore if I'm gonna' be denied who I am!"

Maky's eyes widen from bewilderment, thinking, "So that's her reason." The tanned fellow's expression softens while continuing his mental dialogue. "I guess it's as good as any, but..." Maky becomes intrigued prior to questioning the woman, "What would that be?"

The brunette diverts her focus to view the river again as she pouts, groveling somewhat. "You'd merely judge me like everybody I've told... I don't need that right before the end of my life..."