Paul and Prudence were walking down the cold street of London, and they weren't being chased by fans and reporters. Prudence thought that it was a great plan! Not a single fan recognized that the man she was walking with was Paul McCartney. How stupid the fans are!
"Where are we going, Paul?" she asked him.
"This nice Italian restaurant," he said. "We're going to eat there."
"Is it still far?" she asked him again.
"We're almost there, love," he said.
They walked in to a restaurant, and the tables had plaid red and white covers upon them. The host walked to the front podium, and greeted them with a warm smile on his face. He had a greasy black hair, and had a moustache. He must be an Italian.
"Table for two, please," said Paul to him.
"Right this way, sir," said the host, and he walked them to their table.
They were seated on a table with a candle in the middle of the table, and a red flower beside it. Prudence looked at Paul with a smile on her face.
"Isn't it too fancy for lunch?" she asked him.
"No, I don't think so," he said to her with a handsome smile on his handsome face. "Would you like to drink wine?"
She chuckled. "You forgot, didn't you?" she asked him. "Remember when I drank too many wine, and I got drunk?"
He chuckled, too. "Oh, yes," he said, "but it's just going to be a glass, and then no more."
"It's still in the afternoon," she said. "I'll just have a glass of champagne tonight during dinner."
"Oh, yes, the dinner," he said. "Your father told us about it already."
"I know that he did," she said.
And then a waitress with shiny golden hair dressed in white and red came to their table. She didn't know that she would be serving Paul McCartney that afternoon.
"Good afternoon, my name is Julia, and I'm your waitress," she said.
"Hello, Julia," said Paul to her with a friendly smile. "Can I have two pasta carbonaras, a mineral water, and a glass of wine, please?"
"Of course," she said while writing down what Paul just ordered. "Will it be a fettuccini?"
"Yes."
"Will that be all?"
"Yes, that's all," Paul nodded his head.
"I'll come back again later," she said and left.
"Did you order something delicious for me to eat?" Prudence asked him. She didn't know what pasta carbonara is.
"Yes," he said. "It's very delicious, and I'm sure that you'll enjoy eating it." He chuckled.
She looked at him with a kind smile on her face, and he smiled at her back. She leaned both of her elbows on the table, and set her chin upon her palms.
"Is it nice being Jane's boyfriend?" she asked him, curious and interested.
He pursed his lips. "Yes, it is," he said, "and it's some times not that nice being her boyfriend."
"Why is that?"
"Well, it's because she's always busy acting, and she's never around," he said.
"Of course, she's an actress."
"Mhmm." He said while nodding his head, and he pushed her hair behind her ear. "Unlike you, Prudence. You're always around."
She chuckled, and her eyes twinkled. "Yes, I'm always around for now. And then I'll go back to Liverpool, finish high school, study archeology in Oxford University, graduate, and be an archeologist." She said. "I'll never be around when I'm back in Liverpool, and you'll probably forgot about me. Not just you, but also John, George, and Ringo." She sighed a sad sigh.
He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb, and smiled at her handsomely.
"I'll never forget you," he said to her. "You're too beautiful and smart to be forgotten. And, of course, you will always be in my heart even though you are far away from me."
That was the most beautiful thing that someone over told her. She looked at him with a lovely smile, and her eyes twinkled. He leaned closer, and planted a kiss on her lips. She could feel the fake moustache below her nose.
"That is the most beautiful thing that I've ever heard, Paul," she said to him. "I will always remember it."
"Of course, you will," he said to her with his charming wink, "you were once Paul McCartney's secret lover."
She chuckled. "And will always be his secret lover," she said and shot him a wink.