AN: Howdy, guys! I liked writing this part and the upcoming part where some not big, but still important stuff happens and I hope that you like it too! I'd really love some reviews because you guys have been pretty quiet since I returned to this story and it would be really awesome if you dropped your thoughts for me to read! Enjoy!
"Are you going to be okay then?" the man I have posters as well as pictures on almost every inch of my wall back home of asks me as we stand up from the cushioned booth with our bellies now full.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." I tell him and he takes out his wallet to lay a bill on the table in the center. I feel guilty because of that, I wish I could for once help him with the paying of the meal.
"That's one of those things that is easier said than done." he comments as he stuffs his black wallet back into his rear pocket and he steps over to peck my cheek lightly.
"I'll see you later when I come by after work is done. That's when you got off right, or is it earlier?"
"Four, actually." I in a way correct him and I watch his face grow slightly tense.
"Oh, well I probably won't be off by then but if I am I'll come by to get you or I'll have somebody pick you up to bring you to the studio to stay with us for the time being, yeah?" I nod my head and he smiles and glances around before his eyes fall back on me. "If you need anything don't hesitate to give the studio a ring, alright?"
"Yeah, Paul. I got it." I answer and he nods and leans in to kiss me on the lips softly before walking away and out the glass door with the echoing sound of the bell ringing behind him.
I sigh and look to the clock that tells me I have a few minutes until my shift starts. I take a deep breath before walking to the back to clock in and throw on my apron that now has a name tag for me on it. Hmm.
I stand behind the counter tending to the needs of the line of people sitting at the counter with a burger and fries on their plate. I sigh and turn around to place the half full coffee pot back on it's plate and I hear the sound I've been hearing on and off all day; the bell ringing each time somebody leaves out of the door or comes in through it. I blow out a breath that moves my bangs that are scattered on my forehead and I cross my arms over my chest clad in this apron and I glance to the clock above the booths sitting at the window. I only have two more hours until I get off. Thank goodness. I glance to the windows giving a look to outside and I spot a suited man standing with his back to the door and I see his hand drop to let go of a cigarette that he stamps out with his shoe. I watch as he turns around to reach for the door and a sudden smile appears on my lips; that ebony colored hair and those prominent eyebrows hidden by his black sunglasses are ones I've seen many times before; what is he doing here? My gaze as well as attention is pulled away by a customer sitting on one of the bar stools on the left side near the door and he asks for a cup of Joe. I grab a mug to pour him one and he silently nods in thanking before I turn away to set the pot back on its heater and I look to my left to see the tall and dark, handsome man take a seat at the right side stretch of counter that is separated from the burly men drinking coffee by the door for the waitresses to get out and deliver food. I grin before wiping off my apron and I walk over to see him glancing around and then he looks straight at me when I stop in front of him.
"Hey, sailor. Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'd love it if you did, miss. Can I get one of those burgers of yours with chips and an extra chocolatey milkshake?" he requests as he raises his shaped eyebrows and I pull out the pad of paper from my pocket to write that down.
"Shouldn't you be at work recording guitar solos and your singing?" I question Paul while I write the three items down as my eyes aren't on him.
"Well I have to have lunch, you know. We were supposed to have it earlier, but we all got kind of side tracked with recording. I'm starving though, gosh." he comments as I lift my eyes to see him doodling on a napkin with a pen he must of drawn from his pocket.
I turn around to rip off the ticket that I hang up for the head chef who is here today; I haven't seen a glimpse of Robbie at all today. I turn my body back to Paul who looks bored and he shrugs off his dark jacket to hang on the back of the swiveling chair he sits on and I lay my folded arms on the counter as I watch him draw a cartoon of a guy, "So, have ya ran into Robbie any today?" he questions quietly while his eyes are focused on the white napkin.
"Nope. Thank God I haven't." I comment and he nods his head silently.
"I know that I've always been the quiet one and now it's you that's quiet. Why is that?" I inquire as my chin rests on my fist and he glances up at me briefly as his left hand moves in all kinds of directions.
"I'm just tired." he responds softly as I hear the murmur of voices coming from all around me and the sizzling of the flat top behind me in the kitchen.
"I'm sorry. I can take the couch tonight then and you can have your bed to yourself finally." I tell him and I see a kind smile crack on his lips before he shakes his head slowly.
"Nah, it's okay. I like my current sleeping arrangement, and it's working fine, I reckon; even though there seem to never be enough blankets for the both of us or room as well. It's just the waking up at nine in the morning that beats me." he responds and he drops the blue ink pen to take off his sunglasses that show me his droopy eyes I've drawn as well as painted many times ever since I got hooked on the Beatles years ago.
"Well don't you get a day off anytime soon?"
"Tomorrow, actually. Our manager Brian is finally being rather kind to us by giving us one to rest up and get fat by eating all day," I smirk and he does too as his mouth moves in unison with the playful words he speaks. "So I'm going to be sleeping in as late as I want probably. Wait, do you work tomorrow at all?"
"Nope." I respond and he smiles big while nodding. I wonder what that smile is hiding; maybe an idea of some sort.
"It looks like we're going to be having a lazy day to ourselves then. Maybe play some records, eat a bag or two of crisps, down a few Cokes and play some card games too."
"Yeah and I'm going to beat you at them." I tell him and he laughs and runs a hand through his hair before replying.
"I guess we'll have to see about that, love." he responds and I suddenly hear the ding of the bell the chef rings when the food is ready. I wink at Paul before turning around to find Marty setting another plate on the metal divider and I grab the milkshake of Paul's.
I cock my body to set it on the counter for Paul and I see his eyes light up at the appearance of the tall glass filled with the milkshake and the large dollop of whip cream and you can't forget the red cherry on top, "Is this extra chocolatey like I asked for?" he questions and I roll my eyes as I pick up the plate and basket for another customer.
"Oh just eat it." I tell him as I open the little door to walk out and I hear his hearty laugh as I walk away to set the food on a table in back for a couple. I take a dirty plate that they're done with from them that I set in the kitchen before returning to Paul to see him sucking on the straw that's buried in the sweet milkshake as he holds the newspaper in one hand.
"Whatcha reading about?" I question and I peek around to see the front of it and I notice him to be on the music page.
"Ohoho." he comments after the straw leaves his lips and I see him make a look like 'uh oh'.
"What?" I ask and he purses his lips and inches his thick finger like he's saying 'come here' and I lean forward as he moves the paper to let me see.
I spot a black and white picture that is very grainy on the right side in a bottom column and I look down to the bold headline that pops up at you: 'McCartney and His New Teenage Girlfriend?'. My amused smile goes and I glance to the small paragraph below that reads as so: "The Beatle and the red head have been spotted around London the past week at a local diner having lunch together, walking the street together as they chat and she's been spotted exiting the band's London flat more than a few times as of lately. The London actress Jane Asher who just announced her break up with the famous musician seems to be out of the picture and replaced with another red head. I wonder what the fans will think of this."
I look away with a grimace and Paul spots it and folds the paper to set down, "What? They're just poking fun, that's all. It's what they do, just to get something out of it and to sell copies so they can make money."
"Still. It's like they're labeling me as some skimpy girl who is like some groupie who sleeps around." I respond and I lean down to grab the wet washcloth from the shelf where a bucket sits full of bubbly water that was scathing hot when I filled it a few hours ago. I wring it out and move over to Paul's left where empty chairs are and crumbs littering the counter space.
"Court, that's not what they're saying," he appears to disagree and I look to him as I wash the countertop. "That's not how it looks to me." I remark and he sighs and picks up the paper he folded sloppily to return it to the way he must of found it.
"Come on, it's not flattering. You must agree with that." I declare as I again take my stance in front of his sitting figure.
"Okay, I get where you're coming from on that. But they're just making up rubbish, it's what they do! It's what they do to famous people 'cause they have nothing else better to do, really. You can't let it bother you though, 'cause that's just what they want." Paul responds and I forget about my annoyance at that and I see his soft eyes looking into mine. I swear that these butterscotch pair can never make you stay mad.
"Then what do you suggest I do about it?"
"Just play it off like its nothing, 'cause that's what it is; nothing. You can always add a dash of pride in 'cause I'm sure there are some secretaries at that paper who are mighty jealous of seeing a picture of you and me in there. They probably wish that they were you instead of having to sit at the bloody desk answering phones, getting tea for their boss, and having to satisfy his hormonal needs." he remarks as my eyes melt into his and I inch toward his soft face as my arms rest on the counter space and I see him glance to my idle lips and I glance to his as the space between us decreases.
"Cheeseburger with a side of chips!" Marty calls out and he rings the bell that makes me jump a little as my nose almost touches Paul's. We both blush and I turn away to retrieve his food for him. That was close, but man do I wish that we hadn't been disturbed.