Prudence was looking for John. She went to the hotel room where they were filming, but he wasn't there. She walked out of the hotel, and searched for him.
"John! John!" she called with a loud voice as she walked down the street. "John!"
"Yes?" answered a tall old man with gray hair and a fine suit.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I am looking for another John," she answered politely, and walked away after saying goodbye to the old man.
She continued walking and searching, and calling John's name really loud. She kept on walking, and walking without feeling tired. She looked left and right. She wouldn't stop until she found him.
"John! John! Jo—"
She nearly bumped a fine young man with a nice suit. She looked up, and she realized that he was the John she was looking for. He looked very upset.
"Oh! there you are, John," she said calmly. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Well, not really everywhere, but…almost everywhere. I mean…oh!"
He scoffed, and rolled his eyes. "It's as if that you want to be with me."
She ignored him, but didn't break eye contact. She pursed her lips tightly, and brought her hands behind her back.
"I heard that you and Paul fought earlier…because of me," she said rather slowly and humbly.
She saw the change of expression on his face. He looked upset at first, but he softened his facial expression. He pursed his lips, and managed a smile. The sky turned gray, and thunders drummed really hard.
"It's going to rain!" she said. "We should go some place dry!"
"This place is still dry," he said as he held her hand.
He spoke too soon, because heavy rain immediately poured down to London. Their hairs and clothes were immediately wet.
"And not it isn't," she said loudly through the noise.
She dragged him, but it was no use. He was too heavy, and she was weak!
"I like to be under the rain," he said to her kindly.
She looked at him helplessly.
"Yes, I did fight with him, Prudence," he said loudly.
"Why did you do that, John?"
"Because I fucking love you so much, Prudence," he answered.
She pursed her lips, and looked at him kindly. Her electric blue eyes sent shivers down his spine. He looked at her lovingly, but not a single smile crawled to his handsome face.
"John…I do love you, too…I love you more than Paul, but…" she paused with a sigh. "But I can't…I can't be your lover, because you have a family of your own. I'll just be another home wrecker."
He pulled her closer until their bodies were against each other. There was a bright shade of pink on her pale cheeks. He wrapped a hand around her waist, and he half-smiled, which she found very handsome.
"My house is wrecked, already," he said.
"John, I think this is a rather inappropriate place for you to hold me," she said shyly.
"Why? This is the perfect place for me to hold you, he said, looking deep into her eyes.
"People might see us, and our names—your name—will be on the front pages of every newspapers in London!" she said.
"I don't care," he said softly, and leaned his face closer to hers.
His nose gently touched hers, and he pressed his lips against hers lightly. She closed her eyes, and rested her hands upon his shoulders. He was kissing her again! She liked it very much, though…but she promised Paul that she wouldn't be kissed by John again. She couldn't stop—she certainly couldn't stop!
"I love you, Prudence Lester," he said to her in their kiss.
She opened her eyes, and she'd come to her senses.
She rested both of her hands upon his firm chests, and pushed him away from her as hard as she could. She looked at him with a surprised look on her face. It was as if she was kissed by him for the first time.
She started running away from him, and left him standing under the rain. He didn't chase her, because h knew that it would be very useless. He watched her run swiftly. A happy smile crept to his face, and he walked down the street alone while whistling a happy song.