Mark didn't know what to do, one minute the girl was storming towards
him, the next she was passed out and falling to the floor. Instinct took
over and he rushed to catch her. Having averted disaster for the moment,
Mark sat down as best he could with some strange woman in his arms. Now
what do I do, he thought. He noticed that this act had started to draw
attention, and not one who loves attention Mark decided it might be best
for all involved if he just took the woman back to the loft. From there he
could decide the next course of action.
Mark clumsily carried the woman out the door, precariously trying to carry both her, her stuff and his camera without injuring anything. Not that she was heavy, far from it. It was just that Mark didn't make it habit to carry anyone. He wondered to himself what could possibly be wrong with the woman in his arms, people did not after all just randomly faint. He found himself hoping that nothing was seriously wrong with her even though he had no idea her name. By the time Mark had reached the apartment he was out of breath and sweating.
Hollering up to Roger and Mimi, he hoped that they had stopped fighting, or that at least one of them was in the apartment to help him. Roger stuck his head out the window. At least someone is up there to help me, thought Mark.
"What do you want Mark, the door is open..." Roger's shouting died down when he saw what Mark was holding. " What the hell happened? You are supposed to pick up girls that are awake and bring them home."
"Shut up Roger and just come down here and help me." Mark wasn't in the mood for Roger's jokes. Luckily Roger just shook his head and started down.
By the time Roger had made it down the stairs, Mark was really starting to worry about this woman. He needed to at least put her somewhere more comfortable than crammed in his arms with his camera. Without a word Roger took the woman from Marks arms and proceeded up the stairs. Roger must have understood Mark's fears, because he said not a word the entire time.
In the time it took Mark to make it up to the loft, Roger had already settled the woman on the couch and was talking to Mimi in hushed tones. Mark could only pick up some of the conversation between them, but he knew they both wondered who this woman was and why Mark had her. Without saying anything to either of them he put both his and this woman's stuff down and went over to the couch. He gently touched her shoulder willing her to wake up. He jerked back when he realized she was in fact coming to.
Maggie was groggy when she woke up, half from the experience, and half from not knowing where she was. She remembered she was about to give the man filming her a piece of her mind, but that was it. When she opened her eyes, he was standing right over her with a look of worry and compassion. Without meaning to she smiled at him. You always were a softy for the sweet ones Maggie. She shook her head both as a way to clear the grogginess and to stop from thinking good things about a man she was supposed to be furious with. But what could one say to someone who obviously worried enough over your fainting to take them somewhere comfortable. Maggie struggled to sit up.
"Where am I?" Maggie cringed, I must sound like a moron, asking that. Why can't I just be a normal person and say thank you instead of thinking the worst?
Mark smiled as he watched emotions pass over the woman's face. "Well you are in my loft, which is not far from the Life Cafe. I didn't think it was in your best interest to leave you there in your condition. I'm sorry for all that back at the Life. I usually don't do that." Mark had enough sense to look shamed.
"You mean that you don't usually film strangers without permission?"
"No I usually don't get caught." Mark smiled again. "My name is Mark by the way."
It was Maggie's turn to blush, having no common sense to introduce herself earlier. "Mine's Maggie....and thanks for helping me." Maggie watched as Mark became flustered at her insignificant welcome.
"Don't worry about it, I am sure that anyone else would have done that." Mark looked away clearly embarrassed at this exchange.
Roger cleared his throat, until now Mark had completely forgotten about his and Mimi's presence. "I think that we are going to head down to Mimi's apartment, we have some things to take care of, and it seems as though there are enough people in her at this point in time." Mark wasn't even given time to respond as the two lovers left the apartment and in their wake was silence.
"So what were you filming me for anyway?" Maggie's voice brought Mark back to the situation at hand.
"Well I don't really have a script exactly, I just want to catch people in their natural surroundings. I want my film to be about real people and real problems and wants and dreams." Mark's face lit up as he went on, it wasn't often that someone really wanted to hear about what he was filming and he wasted none of the opportunity to do so.
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Author's Note: Don't worry Maggie's background will be discussed in the next chapter I swear!!! Things will start to heat up in upcoming chapters, things just need to be established though first. Please read and review.
Mark clumsily carried the woman out the door, precariously trying to carry both her, her stuff and his camera without injuring anything. Not that she was heavy, far from it. It was just that Mark didn't make it habit to carry anyone. He wondered to himself what could possibly be wrong with the woman in his arms, people did not after all just randomly faint. He found himself hoping that nothing was seriously wrong with her even though he had no idea her name. By the time Mark had reached the apartment he was out of breath and sweating.
Hollering up to Roger and Mimi, he hoped that they had stopped fighting, or that at least one of them was in the apartment to help him. Roger stuck his head out the window. At least someone is up there to help me, thought Mark.
"What do you want Mark, the door is open..." Roger's shouting died down when he saw what Mark was holding. " What the hell happened? You are supposed to pick up girls that are awake and bring them home."
"Shut up Roger and just come down here and help me." Mark wasn't in the mood for Roger's jokes. Luckily Roger just shook his head and started down.
By the time Roger had made it down the stairs, Mark was really starting to worry about this woman. He needed to at least put her somewhere more comfortable than crammed in his arms with his camera. Without a word Roger took the woman from Marks arms and proceeded up the stairs. Roger must have understood Mark's fears, because he said not a word the entire time.
In the time it took Mark to make it up to the loft, Roger had already settled the woman on the couch and was talking to Mimi in hushed tones. Mark could only pick up some of the conversation between them, but he knew they both wondered who this woman was and why Mark had her. Without saying anything to either of them he put both his and this woman's stuff down and went over to the couch. He gently touched her shoulder willing her to wake up. He jerked back when he realized she was in fact coming to.
Maggie was groggy when she woke up, half from the experience, and half from not knowing where she was. She remembered she was about to give the man filming her a piece of her mind, but that was it. When she opened her eyes, he was standing right over her with a look of worry and compassion. Without meaning to she smiled at him. You always were a softy for the sweet ones Maggie. She shook her head both as a way to clear the grogginess and to stop from thinking good things about a man she was supposed to be furious with. But what could one say to someone who obviously worried enough over your fainting to take them somewhere comfortable. Maggie struggled to sit up.
"Where am I?" Maggie cringed, I must sound like a moron, asking that. Why can't I just be a normal person and say thank you instead of thinking the worst?
Mark smiled as he watched emotions pass over the woman's face. "Well you are in my loft, which is not far from the Life Cafe. I didn't think it was in your best interest to leave you there in your condition. I'm sorry for all that back at the Life. I usually don't do that." Mark had enough sense to look shamed.
"You mean that you don't usually film strangers without permission?"
"No I usually don't get caught." Mark smiled again. "My name is Mark by the way."
It was Maggie's turn to blush, having no common sense to introduce herself earlier. "Mine's Maggie....and thanks for helping me." Maggie watched as Mark became flustered at her insignificant welcome.
"Don't worry about it, I am sure that anyone else would have done that." Mark looked away clearly embarrassed at this exchange.
Roger cleared his throat, until now Mark had completely forgotten about his and Mimi's presence. "I think that we are going to head down to Mimi's apartment, we have some things to take care of, and it seems as though there are enough people in her at this point in time." Mark wasn't even given time to respond as the two lovers left the apartment and in their wake was silence.
"So what were you filming me for anyway?" Maggie's voice brought Mark back to the situation at hand.
"Well I don't really have a script exactly, I just want to catch people in their natural surroundings. I want my film to be about real people and real problems and wants and dreams." Mark's face lit up as he went on, it wasn't often that someone really wanted to hear about what he was filming and he wasted none of the opportunity to do so.
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Author's Note: Don't worry Maggie's background will be discussed in the next chapter I swear!!! Things will start to heat up in upcoming chapters, things just need to be established though first. Please read and review.