When Prudence finally spotted Pattie sitting alone in a corner smoking her cigarette, she approached her with a serious look on her face. She stood before her with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"What is it, Prudence?" asked Pattie, looking up from the magazine she was reading on her laps.
"We need to talk, Pattie," said Prudence sternly. "And I need you to take me seriously."
"What is it about, Prudence?"
"I need you to stop flirting with George, please, Pattie," she said. "Do you still remember that you are married with a nice young man, named Eric Swayne? When was the last time you telephoned him? You didn't even telephone him since we arrived in London!"
"What's the problem, Prudence?" asked Pattie with an eyebrow raised. "Are you jealous of seeing me talking with George all the time? Is it disturbing for you?"
Prudence's cheeks burned. "Pattie, I am not jealous of you talking with George all the time," she said. "But I think that you are becoming too intimate with him. Remember, Pattie. You are engaged!"
"Semi-engaged, Prudence Lester," said Pattie with a serious look on her face. "I am semi-engaged to Eric. Why do you even care, Prudence?"
Prudence rolled her eyes. "Didn't you remember, Pattie?" she asked anxiously. "I introduced you to Eric. And you told me that you were madly in love with him. When he proposed to you, you cried that night because you were very happy that he finally proposed to you."
"Don't be silly, Prudence," said Pattie while rolling her eyes. "I was still young, and now I'm almost an adult."
"And an adult is very responsible with people and things, Pattie," said Prudence anxiously. "Don't call yourself an adult if you do not know how to separate things if it is right or wrong."
"You are just a kid, Prudence," said Pattie and took a sip of her cigarette. "You don't know if it is right or wrong, and you don't know how to butt out from someone's relationship."
"I know what is right and wrong, Pattie," she insisted. "That's why I'm telling you this. You are going to ruin poor Eric's life if you end the engagement. You don't understand!"
Pattie blew the smoke right to Prudence's face, and poor Prudence had to hold her breath. It was very impolite for her to do so. She wanted to hit Pattie really hard until she bled, but she knew that it would never happen, because she has some respect for older people.
"You don't understand that I am in love with George Harrison, Ms. Prudence Lester! Ms. I-know-everything! At least I'm not like you, Ms. Smarty-pants! You don't dare to tell Christian that you don't love him anymore!"
"I love him very much, Pattie," insisted Prudence, and she was going to explode out of anger, but she could still hold her anger. "And you don't know that because you never talk to me or even bother to listen to my stories about Christian."
"And I love George more than I love Eric, Prudence," said Pattie. "And I am going to call Eric, and tell him that I am going to end the engagement."
"You wouldn't dare to do that!" said Prudence while pointing her finger at her blonde friend.
"I dare to do so, Ms. Lester," said Pattie. "And I don't care what you'll say!"
Pattie started to walk away, and Prudence pursed her lips.
"I brought you here, Pattie!" said Prudence out loud while stomping her foot against the floor. "I made you meet your precious George Harrison, Pattie! But I will not be responsible for your mess for I am not your mother! I am not your fucking mother!"
Pattie kept on walking until she was out of sight. Prudence stomped her foot against the floor like a spoiled child, and she let out an angry groan.
"I heard you screaming and yelling," said John as he walked towards poor Prudence. "What the hell is it about?"
"You wouldn't care, because you would call me nosy, again!" she said angrily. "It's pointless talking to you about George and Pattie!"
"Now, what is it about this time?" he asked her. "If I wouldn't care, then why am I asking you this question?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, and walked closer to him.
"John Lennon, it is hard talking to you!" she said. "It is pointless to be having a little heart-to-heart with you! You wouldn't give a damn about anything! You take things as a joke!"
He cleared his throat. "George and Pattie?" he asked.
"She's going to end her engagement with Eric," she admitted and sat on a chair. She was very tired about arguing, yelling, and screaming. "She just walked away, and she is going to call Eric. She's going to tell him that she doesn't love him anymore, and she's ending the engagement. She's going to hurt him very bad, John! I tried everything to stop her, but she kept on going and telling me that she's going to call her!" She leaned her head against the wall, and added: "I am tired."
"And now are you being nosier," said John. "Why must you even care about Pattie's relationships with men, Prudence? Shouldn't you be just minding your own business?"
She looked at him with stern eyes, and let out a sigh.
"I should be, but…" she paused.
"But what?"
"I feel very responsible because I introduced Pattie to Eric, and they were immediately madly in love with each other," she continued with a sad sigh, and shook her head.
He looked at her with a smirk. "Or are you jealous because she's dating a Beatle and you're not?" he asked her, and leaned his face closer to hers.
She looked up, and was very surprised to see John's face very close to hers. She gently set her hand on his chest, and cleared her throat.
"No, I am not jealous, John," she said and looked at his handsome brown eyes. "She's being unfaithful to her lover, and not because I'm jealous that she's with a Beatle." She put her hands on her waists. "Why do you think that I am jealous of Pattie, John?"
He chuckled, and put his hands inside his pockets. "I can see it from your face," he said, and observed her face more. She looked away, because his handsome eyes were looking at her face.
"Don't be silly, John," she said, and then she realized something. She looked at him with wide eyes, and then pursed her lips. "You were eavesdropping, weren't you, John?"
"I thought that eavesdropping is a good thing to do," he said. "Like what you did a few hours ago."
"It was an accident! I didn't mean to eavesdrop their conversation!" she insisted and met his eyes. "It was an accident, I tell you."
Their faces were very close when she stood up from the chair. He looked at her deeply, and was amazed with the color of her eyes. It was electric blue, and it was still the same color.
"Now, I've finally figured out what your eye color is," he said to her kindly, and her cheeks turned pink. "They're electric blue."
Her cheeks turned red, and looked down to his black leather shoes.
"I have to go," she decided, and started to walk away.
"Prudence!" he called her, and she turned around. "Can I take you out for dinner tonight and then go dancing, just the two of us? Just to make you feel better."
She nodded her head. "Yes, you can," she answered politely. "Pick me up at seven."
He shot her a wink that made her cheeks turned pink and giggled. She quickly walked away with a wide smile on her face. She couldn't wait for tonight. She also couldn't believe that John Lennon asked her out to have dinner with him. She hoped that it was in a fancy restaurant so she could dress up and feel special, like Pattie.