Drop of faith

“This is the worst!” Cried Mary, as she ran down the stairs. “What if someone sees us from down below?”

“From this high up? If someone could even make out who we are in this darkness, there’s no way they could see who we are.”

“Aren’t there phone cameras with incredibly zoom and sharp detail?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t bought a new phone in four years.”

“I swear, if we end up naked on the internet, I’ll kill Jessica!”

“Wait, be quiet!” Steven looked downwards, his hand covering Mary’s mouth. “Look!”

The two looked down, seeing cigarette smoke coming from downstairs. A man in his thirties was having a smoke on the stairs, one of his shoes keeping the fire escape open.

“Come on, really? Do we have to wait here till that guy’s finally done?” Moaned Mary.

“Not per se. I may have a plan which if it works, we’ll be back inside.”

“And that would be…?”

“We’ll jump over the railing, quietly dropping down one floor. Then we sneak back inside.”

“So your plan is suicide.” Mocked Mary, looking in disbelief. “We’re on the ninth floor. If we miss the landing, we’re gonna be on the news as the couple who committed suicide in the nude. Sorry, but I’d rather wait.”

“Sure, sure.” Answered Steven nonchalantly. “Or. I go down alone, go inside, wait till he’s done, and open up the door for you from the inside.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Steven didn’t even answer and jumped over the railing, hanging down from the platform. Mary tried to pull him back up, but he jumped down, landing one floor down. However, he landed a bit louder than he wanted to. The smoker was about to turn around to face Steven, when Mary in a act to save Steven, said:

“Whoohoo, whoohoo!”

“Eh, must be an owl or somethin’.” The man remarked. Steven snuck inside, and waited till the smoker was done. When the man was done, he opened the door, Mary on the other side.

“Oh Steven, you’re my handsome hero! You are so brave and courageous…”

“…and not to mention so chivalrous and-“ Continued the forty year old Steven.

Cassie looked flatly at her father. “…you didn’t say that, did you, mom?”

Mary chuckled. “Nope. I think it was more like…”