Green-minded (EDITING) ✔

F O R T Y - F O U R: Idiot Genius

Tony is silent as he drives his shiny, red Ferrari. I gaze at him while I'm in the passenger seat, I can't read his expression. We pass through the beach full of surfers and women in bikini. An ice cream/gelato truck that's far ahead caught my attention.

"Love, are you mad?" I ask Tony.

"No." He answers without showing his emotion. His sight is focused on the road.

I tilt my head and playfully smirk, "Did you believe on what Harry said? That I flirted with him?"

He thinks that I'm serious, "Hell no. He's not your type."

"Yes, my type is more of someone who'll buy me gelato on that truck." I point my finger on the store that's about three feet away from us.

I got what I wanted, his smile, "That's definitely me."

He parks beside the truck, alights the car then opens the car door on my side, "After you, princess."

"Thanks, prince charming."

I order four scoops of gelato on the belgian cone. Tony refused to order saying that he wants me to enjoy eating. He comments, "Ana is still alive and kicking, huh?"

Ana. He remembers, " Yup." I answer popping the 'p' at the end.

He chuckles, "Your appetite amuses me all the time."

I didn't respond to his remark because something else caught my eyes. A swarm of girls is on their way to us. Here we go again.

They're screaming their hearts out. They hug me and Tony as they say,

"OMG! Mr. and Mrs. Green!"

"The newlyweds are here! You look good together."

"Are you here for your honeymoon?"

My eyes widen in disbelief as I tilt my head towards Tony as if asking him 'Is this real?'

"Yes love, I've made the big announcement. I hope you don't mind." He gives me a naughty smile while he waves his phone right in front of me showing a news article about our wedding, "I asked Greg to give the best wedding photo to the press." The picture on the article is our first kiss as a married couple.

"You're the best." I whisper to his ear after I give him a peck on the cheek. Late did it come to my attention that my gelato already melted. My hand's now sticky, "Aw, my gelato." Tony wipes my hand with his hanky then kisses it, saying, "Sweet."

We heed the fans' request to take selfies with us. I'm touched that most of them accept our relationship. There's still a few who airs their side comments yet we didn't mind. We can't please everybody.

Before we go, Tony orders another cone of gelato with five scoops of different flavors then hands it to me. Yum.

*****

We're staying at the penthouse of Tony's luxury hotel here in Miami. He goes straight to his piano and plays a new piece. I revel in the enthralling sound produced by his fast fingers on the black and white keys. The music is extraordinary, intimate, and striking. He never fails to satisfy me.

Then a pitch-perfect sound comes out of his lips. Words flow with the tone perfectly. The lyrics are about finding love in spite of weakness. Damn, sing, baby.

This is unbelievable. He sings, compose, and plays like a pro.

After a few minutes, he stops after completing the song and peers at me. I give him a slow clap, awestruck by the sheer talent before me.

There was a moment of silence. He doesn't look happy when he's supposed to be proud of what he did. His eyes projects regret and not excitement.

He rakes his hair using both of his hands and then he weeps. Yes, he cries as if he's grieving like he lost a beloved. I run towards him and gather him in my arms, I remain quiet because his current actions are indistinguishable. His hands fall on his ragged jeans in desperation and defeat. Even though I don't know the reason why I feel his sadness. My hand moves in an up and down motion, hoping that this gesture can help soothe the pain.