Green-minded (EDITING) ✔

T H I R T Y - O N E: Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Amazement and enthrallment spread through the atmosphere of the penthouse. Tony's fingers smoothly go through every piano key as if he's been playing that instrument all his life and we, on the other hand, are completely spellbound by the music. Greg bought the piano the same day and it arrived this evening.

After the fourth piece, silence covers the room. My mind's trying to put together my thoughts but I can't fathom how this happened. Greg confirmed that Tony has never laid a hand on any musical instrument while Kelly said that since their childhood, Tony dislikes classical music, always saying he feels sleepy just by listening to it. Nurse George is on his rest day and will be back tomorrow. He'll certainly be shocked, too.

We hear a phone ringing and it's coming from inside my room. I scram to pick up the call. My hands begin to tremble after seeing the caller, President Rogers. My room is always tidy but it seems like everything is in disarray right now.

"Hello, President Rogers?" It took me a huge amount of effort not to stutter. I'm well aware of the reason for the call.

"Ash. We're still waiting for the remaining $17 million. When will you be depositing that to our account?" He sounds stern and I can imagine his surly facial reaction on the other line.

"I'll make a way. I promise to give you the $17 million. I just got into an accident and helping the victim at this moment. Will contact you soon. Thanks for your patience, President Rogers and I apologize for not calling you about this."

"Better make it quick or we'll be filing the case soon." There's a menace in his voice.

"Got you. Bye." I sigh in frustration. Problems never leave my side but I'm comforted by the fact that I know it's the nature of life, a series of ups and downs. Dejected, I open the life-size window, stepping into the veranda, wanting to think of a solution. Start to gaze into the dark sky but no stars are present tonight, only the moon shines so brightly. The chilly air makes the tiny hairs in my arms raise up. "Where the heck can I get that amount of money?"

"What money?"

I turn to my left, meeting a familiar blue stare. Shivers run down through my spine. I can't be found out. He's looking deep into my green eyes as if trying to read what's running through my mind. He lies on the long chair that's on his veranda, holding pieces of paper, might be scripted.

"Nothing." Cutting our stare because I lied. I do not want him to have even the slightest hint of my real identity.

"Maybe I can help, I've got a whole lot if you're oblivious to that." He smiles.

"Oh, is that so? I'm clueless." I reply sarcastically.

He lightly chuckles, "If you'll help me with my script, I can pay you a great deal."

"Why do you need my help? You're Tony Green." I'm rolling my eyes while I shake my head.

"It's weird, I just can't get anything inside my head. It bothers me, really. Well... Maybe I just need a partner." He grins but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"You can partner with Greg." I answer immediately.

He smirks at me, "I need a girl. I can't practice a romantic scene with him."

I was about to mention 'Kelly' but I got tongue-tied. Jealousy got ahead of me, just imagining it makes my forehead and palms sweaty and my stomach tie into knots.

Tony adds, "Plus, Isn't it fun to be close to a superstar? I bet you've never done this before."

You bet. No, I didn't just practice lines. I dated a superstar. Our lines are real-- so I thought.