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It had been two weeks with this arrangement and everything seemed to be working out fine, much to my surprise. When I had first gone back to the Kaiserkeller, I had ridden with Paul, who came to get me. I had explained everything in advance to Mila and Anna. I supposed that Mila had been softened by Anna's news about art school that losing me was a softer loss in comparison.
"Stay safe," Anna whispered in my ear as she hugged me. I looked over her shoulder at James Paul McCartney glancing around at the decorations on the cafe walls and smiled at his back. "I know I'll be safe... I know."
During the ride back, it was a quiet atmosphere. Paul and I chatted about the band for a few minutes, and I realized that this was the first time he and I were together, alone, for an extended period of time. I glanced out of the window when the conversation lulled, taking in the Hamburg scenery.
"Y/n?" I heard my name being said softly.
"Hmm?" I slowly looked back to Paul. We were driving in the late afternoon; the sun was streaming through his window, illuminating his face with orange light. The whole thing was strangely ironic, a sepia tinged Paul. I was used to seeing Sepia Paul in photos, not in real life. He seemed so real at that moment.
"Yer all right, you know that?" he said, looking ahead at the road, smiling a little. "Yer all right. I'm looking forwards to tonight."
"Paul, you made a rhyme," I said quietly, smiling.
That statement from Paul was his way of saying sorry and I basked in it for that moment.
When we got out of the car and I heard the car door slam, my heart was beating a mile a minute. I was back in old territory that I did not leave good wishes with. But the boys were sweet: George, my old friend, Pete, the same as ever, smiling but not saying much, Paul bouncing around helping me and John... John was the same but different, making sarcastic remarks and showing me my room, disappearing right after, leaving me with Paul, who sat on my bed and demanded to know everything about working in a cafe. I took a glance at his baby face and grinned, the awkwardness melting away as I told him stories of waitressing.
I was staying in Rosa's room. The hard-backed couch had disappeared and a small cot was placed there instead. I left its security and comfort the very first night to join the boys on stage, wearing a dress that had been picked out for me by Paul—a black and white striped number that was a little small. Singing "Dizzy Miss Lizzy" was so powerful it almost brought me to tears. I loved the music and the music loved me and I could tell that the chemistry was going to work out.
Today had been an odd day. I was looking forwards for Paul or George or whoever it was to come pick me up after work. Anna had shot me a sympathetic smile and said "Have fun," as I grabbed my bag to leave.
"Thanks, you too," I said, glancing over at Mila, who was wiping the counter with a grim look on her face.
I felt a blast of cold air and knew Paul was here. He came inside, a coat wrapped tightly around his lanky frame.
"Hello, Mila," he said.
"Hello, Paul. You're taking good care of y/n, correct?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he winked.
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