Zinnia Point of View
"I am evil, little Zinnia. I am a Mafia after all." I heard Mr. Monk saying with this weird wicked glint in his eyes.
Yes. Exactly. That is the expression I need for the character Damian.
"That's great then. We will use a little of it for our play." I said casually and started making few adjustments in the script related to Mr. Monk's physical details.
"Goodness Woman! I said I am a Mafia." He said a little loudly with a frustrated sigh while I was concentrating on the script. I need to finish the changes by today so that we can start practicing from tomorrow so I'm a little short of time.
"I heard you Mr. Monk and I don't mind whatever you are as long as you are a monk that I need. You need extra money too so I don't mind your side business. I'm not a biased person. Now coming to the play, we need to get you a little tanned or else people might not believe that you are a dangerous wolf with your milky white innocent face. Oh, and a couple millimeters of dark circles will be good too." According to the script it was written that Damian is 6'feet tall but Mr. Monk seems to be above 6'3.
"What's your length?" I asked scratching the part of 6'feet with pencil to replace it with his real height.
"Excuse me? You want to know about my length?" He looked at me incredulously and coughed awkwardly as if I asked his precious baby face. I am just asking about his height then what is there to be so shocked?
"How long are you, your height?" I repeated again. What happened to the Monk? Why is he so distracted suddenly? Monks are known to be having a stable attention though.
Ah, he is a human too, though a baby faced innocent looking spiritual human, he is a human too. I don't blame him. At least he is not like me who gets distracted one hundred eight degrees.
"I'm 6'5 in total. Want to know the length of my shorter version too?" he asked with a weird kind of smile, his eyes sparkling with humor.
His shorter version? Oh, he was talking about his childhood height, seems so.
"Oh yes please. We can use the pictures in the play. How long are you when you were six?" I can use his younger pictures for Damian's family and for other scenes. It would be so cool. But Mr. Egor and Mr. Monk only went into fits of coughs almost breathless.
"Alright, I changed the script according to your height. We need to work on your 'MINE' slowly with the time. I already have a spacesuit for you –"
"Wait. One minute, a spacesuit? For me?" Mr. Monk cut me off from my revision and asked with doubtful look. Why is he so doubtful? Being a Monk he should be like 'Go on with whatever you are planning child. I am always with you in everything'. I expected that reaction but seems like Monks too had their own evolution from past centuries.
"Yes. I am your mate so after you kidnap me, I will be so angry with you for your brutality but soon enough you would propose me from Moon to woo me. Isn't it so creative? You will go to moon and propose me and confess your undying love for me." Many of my friends from high school said that they were on moon when their crush proposed them. So I thought why not your mate goes to moon, literally, and propose you from there and only you can see him from NASA screens.
That would be so romantic!
"Are these, by any chance, your real-time wishes?" Mr. Egor, about whom I forgot, questioned while sitting beside me and taking the script document from my hands.
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The Mafia MonkRomance
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