"I can't do this anymore." Began Paul. "It's just too…"

"Hard?" asked Jenny, tears beginning to fill her eyes. "Love isn't always easy." She whispered.

Paul looked taken aback. His heart ached for the tear sodden girl, but then again, it was just a fling nothing more. He pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and sighed.

"Who said this was love we were talking about, dear?"

This did it. The girl broke out into mangled sobs that were quite painful to listen to.

Paul looked around the diner, hoping not to cause a scene. Too late.

"Is that Paul McCartney?" he heard a girl shriek from the corner.

"Yes." Jenny spoke, just loud enough for the entire diner to hear.

As he turned quickly to plan his escape he saw her tear filled eyes change dramatically to represent signs of rage.

He couldn't help but smile as he dashed out of the diner and through the streets of London. Although he was being chased by a growing mob of girls, Paul felt as if he had just been liberated of another thing in his life he had no desire to hold onto. His legs carried him faster and faster down the darkening streets. He grinned back at the girls and gave them his signature wink when…

Smack!

He had collided with something that sent him aground.

"Wha…" Paul began dizzily.

Someone grabbed his hand.

"Shhh! Follow me." A soft and confident voice uttered.

Paul stumbled into an alley and watched as the screaming girls ran right past him. Confused, he looked around him. He blinked a couple times before the girl standing in front of him came into focus. She was stunning. Her shoulder length black hair framed her delicate features perfectly and her pale skin intensified her overall look. But the thing Paul noticed the most about her was her eyes. Her bright green eyes intimidated him slightly. They seemed to glow with a ferocity that Paul had never seen before.

"Thanks." He said, regaining his cool composure.

"Don't mention it." The corners of her ruby-red lips turned upward slightly, softening her appearance.

"I don't suppose you've got a name?"

"Course I do."

Paul was surprised she didn't blush under his intense gaze the way most of the byrds did nowadays.

"Well, let's start with mine then." Paul chuckled as he and the girl began to walk down the deserted streets.

He didn't finish however. The girl had stopped, her arms now crossed and an eyebrow raised.

"I know very well what your name is."

"Do you?" Paul grinned.

"Yes, and this seductive charm or whatever you're trying to pull doesn't work on me."

"I've said only but a few words!" Paul defended.

She smiled. "I'm sure women have fallen for you for less."

Paul smirked. He had just now noticed what she was wearing; a long tan trench coat that fit tightly around her body with a pair of nude high heels. He surveyed her closely and then looked up into those green eyes.

"How about we take it slow then? How does dinner sound?"

Her stare hardened. "Did you not listen to our previous conversation?"

"Course I did, love. I took in every word you said."

She threw her head to the sky and laughed.

Her laugh was beautiful, he thought.

"And I suppose it was the buttons on my coat you were studying too?"

Paul blushed.

"Come on!" He whined playfully. "You can't turn down a date with Paul McCartney."

"Oh! So that's your name." She Joked. "I could have sworn you were that Ringo Starr fellow."

The color from Paul's face flushed.

"I'm only Joking, Paul." She said as she noticed the sudden change in his appearance.

Relieved, Paul flashed another grin.

"So what do you say, then?"

The girl's smile faltered as she looked into his hazel eyes.

"Actually, I've already got a date for tonight."

Paul's heart dropped. He didn't know why however, he barely knew the girl.

She smiled half-heartedly. "I better be off then. I don't want to be late."

Paul racked his brain for anything that would make the girl stay, but he just couldn't find it.

"Goodbye, Paul."

He watched her retreat down the sidewalk.

"You never told me your name!" Paul called out suddenly.

The girl turned back around to smile at him before walking off into the distance once again.