I walk inside to find Paul alone on the couch playing his guitar and George cooking something in the kitchen, and I look to the clock on the wall across from Paul that reads 6 o'clock. Those five hours went by fast.
"Hey, Court." Paul greets me as I sit beside him on the couch and he stops playing the instrument.
"Wait, how'd you get home? You were supposed to call to have one of us get you." he remembers aloud in a stern voice.
"Paul, it's okay. I had a coworker walk me home, and he didn't mind." I tell him and his face relaxes.
"A coworker? What's his name?" he states and I rub my eyes.
"Yeah, his name is Robbie, and he's really nice."
"Oh." he simply replies with a blank look.
"What's this Robbie bloke like?" he questions.
"He's the sous chef at the diner, he's my age, really funny, and he's kind." I tell him and he just nods his black haired head at my response.
"How was that movie you and Jane went to?" I decide to ask and he sets his guitar on the floor and the neck rests against the table in front of us.
"It was alright, but we got in a fight on the way home. It was pretty stupid, but now she's mad at me." he reveals with a sad look.
"Oh I'm sorry." I apologize and he just shrugs it off and picks up his cup of already half drunken tea from the coffee table and he takes a gulp.
"It's fine, love," he remarks. "How was work then? They didn't work you too hard, did they?" he questions with a smirk and I shake my head.
"No, I just learned the ropes today and helped out with a few things. Robbie taught me how to make doughnuts though, they ended up tasting really good." I reply and his smile fades, and he just gives me a simple nod.
"I'll have to stop in and have some of these doughnuts you talk about then." he responds and I smile at his answer.
"You should, they're honestly the best ones I've ever had." I reply and he nods his head up and down with a small smile.
We leave the couch to eat dinner with George, and John and Ringo who shortly joined us and afterwards I found myself sitting on the couch in between John and Paul as the four play guitars and sing along, it was a Beatles fan dream come true. I look to Paul who harmonizes with John and he meets my eyes and smiles at me.
We end the night with that and I just change into the same pajamas from last night of Paul's and I find him in his bedroom setting up the sleeping bag again.
"Hey, love. You can have me bed again, and I'm just gonna take the sleeping bag." he states and I open my mouth to object and he stops me from doing so.
"Really, I don't mind." he tells me.
"What will Jane think?" I question.
"You're just sleeping in my bed, that's all." he concludes and I follow him to the bathroom downstairs where we brush our teeth before retreating back up to his bedroom, they found a extra toothbrush for me to use luckily.
Back in his room I try to get around him over to his bed as he intended to go over to his doorway where the light switch is to shut off the light. I accidentally run into him and I look up at his hazel eyes that look down on me as he's in pajamas similar to his ones from last night. His hand brushes away a strand of my long hair that was in my eye and his fingers run over my cheek ever so lightly and his face gets closer to mine as the seconds tick by, is this really about to happen? He leans in and I find myself doing the same and right before our lips touch I hear a knock on the almost closed door and we separate quickly.
"Can I come in?" I hear John's voice and I go over to his bed to pull back the covers and get under them, that was really close.
"Yeah." Paul mutters and he scratches his head.
"Remember we have to be at the studio by 10:30." John reminds Paul and I turn over to face the wall.
"Yeah, I know." Paul replies and he has John catch the light and Paul gets into the sleeping bag.
"Goodnight, Paul." I speak into the awkward silence.
"Goodnight, Courtney. Sleep well." he bids and I sigh before closing my eyes and I soon drift off to sleep.
I awake the next morning to find the spot by the floor empty and I glance to the clock on his wall to read a few minutes from ten and I quickly get out of bed as I remember that I work at 10:20. I grab a change of clothes and go down the stairs after putting my hair up to find the guys eating in the kitchen and I run into John on the way to the bathroom.
"Can I take a shower?" I question and he nods.
"Yeah, and oh, love. Cyn dropped off a box of clothes that she was going to give away, and you can have any of them that you need." he surprises me with his generosity and i grin.
"Thank you." I reply and he says 'you're welcome' and I go into the bathroom to quickly shower and I change into the clothes I brought with.
I go out to the living room to sit on the couch with the box in front of me and I realize I have barely any time to spare and I change into a nice short sleeved, black dress that I found in the box. I run into Paul as I walk over to the doorway for my shoes.
"Hey, speedy. Where are you off to?" he greets me and I remember what happened last night.
"Work." I reply and I get the black flats on and I toss my braid over my shoulder.
"Oh well come on then, I'm just about to leave for work too, so I can give you a ride." he offers and I follow him out to his car where I take my seat in the passengers seat up front to his left.
I look out at the traffic as we're both quiet and an awkward silence has fallen over us and we pull up in front of the diner.
"Uh we won't be home probably until late afternoon, but I suppose if that Robbie guy can walk you home or give you a ride, then that's fine," Paul says and I turn to face the sharp dressed guy. "Don't bust your hip working the counters or anything, but have fun and I'll see you later." he finishes.
"Thanks, you have a good day too." I reply and he flashes me a smile before I get out of his car and walk inside.
Robbie wasn't there all morning and I still hadn't seen him later that afternoon as I had the duty of pouring coffee into the mugs of the old men sitting at the counter. So far today I had been doing a bit more, like washing the dishes, delivering more food, getting people's drinks and still watching the other waitresses. I got to talking with them and of course Pearl who I talked to when people were content with their meal or order.
I was drying a plate back in the kitchen when Pearl asked for me.
"Hey Courtney, there's a customer out here asking for you." she tells me and my eyebrows fall since I don't know really anybody in this large town and I set the clean dish down next to the array of other silverware and bowls I had washed.
I dust off my apron and exit the behind of the counter and I walk over to where Pearl pointed me to, and I spot him. I see a dark haired man dressed in a white button up with a black tie now loosened, and in tight black pants. I smile and stop in front of him, and he lifts his eyes to me and smiles.
"Hi, my name is Courtney. Can I get you anything?" I introduce myself and he closes the menu that lays before him and he runs a hand through his hair.
"Yes miss, I'd love to have two of your glazed doughnuts that I've been hearing so much of." he answers and I dig out a pen and the pad for orders out of a pocket of my apron.
"Will that be all?" I question after writing that down and I meet his lovely hazel eyes, ah this man, I tell ya.
"Yeah, could you get me a cuppa tea, Court?" Paul asks, breaking off the mature talk, and I nod with a smile.
I return to behind the counter and I hear Robbie's voice coming from in back and I cock my head to see him toss on his apron and I hang up the piece of paper with Paul's order.
"Robbie, I need two of your doughnuts out here!" I tell him and he turns his head and smiles when he notices me, I smile back.
I grab a white mug to make Paul's tea and I soon get the basket with Paul's two doughnuts and I walk out to set it on the table him.
"Ta, dear. Hey, why don't you sit down?"
"I kind of have to get back to work." I state and I see a car go by out on the street through the window.
"I don't see them calling for you, Court." he proves a point and I sit on the other side of the booth from where he sits and he takes a bite from the pastry and holds it out for me.
"No thanks, it's yours." I object and he licks his thumb.
He takes a few more bites and holds it out for me again with raised eyebrows.
"I have another, love." he encourages and I take it from him and finish off the last few bites of the still warm doughnut.
I lick my fingers and rest my chin in my hand and I notice Paul looking at me and I look away with blushing cheeks.
"Do you like it here?" he questions and I look back to his eyes.
"Yeah, everybody's really nice here, and it's fun." I reply honestly and he takes a sip from his tea.
"Did you make my tea?" he questions and I nod at his question.
"It's good." he replies and I grin.
"I thought you said you wouldn't be off work until later." I state after a minute of him eating and me playing with my bracelet.
"We got let off early. We didn't have as many takes today, so it didn't take us as long as some days to get a song recorded." he explains and my eyes flit to Robbie who stands behind the counter and i secretly wave him over when Paul looked out the window.
He shakes his head with a decided look on his face and I do it again, and he relents and walks over.
"Are you liking the doughnuts, sir?" Robbie inquires Paul when he stops at the booth and Paul turns to him and I see him read his name tag.
"Yeah, they're very good. Courtney here was right when she told me they're the best." he replies and for some reason I thought Paul wouldn't be all that nice to him, so I'm kind of surprised.
"Thank you." Robbie responds and Paul nods his head at him as if he's giving him a silent 'you're welcome'.
"Paul McCartney." the man I sit across from holds out his hand to the guy I work with and they briefly shake hands.
"Robbie Stevens, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"You too." Paul replies and from the corner of my eye I notice Pearl waving us two over and I slip out of the booth.
"I have to go. Maybe I'll be back or else I'll see you later." I tell Paul.
"Okay, love." he replies and we share smiles before I go behind the counter and Robbie turns to me when we arrive in the kitchen far out of Paul's earshot.
"You didn't tell me that you know Paul McCartney!" he states and I stuff my hands in the pockets of my aprons.
"He's a good friend of mine, I didn't think to mention it to you." I state and he sighs.
"Yeah well The Beatles are only the most famous band of right now!" he exclaims and I realize where he's coming from, they were pretty popular even right now before full on Beatlemania happened in the United States.
"I know, Robbie. But he's really just like any guy you'll meet, he's pretty normal." I tell him and he nods and I follow him over to the stove.
"You're gonna have to get me an autographed picture one of these days." he jokes with a grin and I smile before I return to the dishes that I'm not yet finished with.
When I came back out some time later I found the booth that Paul was sitting in to be empty and I went to go pick up the check. I see his receipt where he drew a happy smiley face on and I grin at its appearance.
After my shift Robbie was nice enough to give me a simple lift home and I find only Paul to be home and he looks sad or something as he sits on the couch.
"Paul, is something wrong?" I question as I sit next to him and he sighs.
AN: What are you thinking of these parts?