"i have to leave in two weeks," he said one tuesday morning.

"two weeks? why? to film somewhere else?"

"yeah," he ran a hand through his hair, light shining on its brown strands, making it glow almost gold.

"well," i began, eyes darting from his face back to the mahogany table, "would you like to see something before you leave?

"see what?"

"you'll see. meet me here tomorrow, as usual."

he smiled his beautiful smile, and for the first time, i noticed what a striking green his eyes were.

"deal."