The coffee break passed by quickly and we got well acquainted, I felt as if I'd already known him for years.
Paul didn't talk much of being a Beatle which I understood fully, I'm sure he became tired quite often of having to always be part of the Beatles, and wanted to be known as himself sometimes and get away from the image he was supposed to upkeep.
From what I gathered, he absolutely loved the arts, whether it was going to watch a play or going to the symphony to watch composers, he loved being around music even when he didn't have to be.
I learned about his father Jim and brother Mike who also shared a love for music like Paul, and that Paul's father had passed down his musical abilities to him from being in a jazz band of his own back in the day.
Paul touched briefly on the fact that his mother had passed when he was fourteen years old, I could tell it was a sensitive topic for him so I didn't ask much further into the subject.
He asked about my family and I told him I'd grown up an only child to my stay at home mother Helen and my ex-military father Robert who now worked as a electrician.
I hadn't had much to tell him about my childhood other than that I'd grown up with strict rules against a long list of things and that the reason I'd moved out from my house was because I had the choice of either finding a man to move in with or moving out on my own once I turned twenty one.
I glanced over to the clock on the wall and realized we'd already spent two hours just sitting and getting to know each other.
"Paul, shouldn't you have been back to the studio, an hour ago?" I asked remembering when he'd told me how long his break was earlier on in our conversation.
"Would you look at that." Paul spoke surprisingly calm as he squinted down to his wrist watch.
"They'll be alright without me there today, I can record my bits tomorrow." He shrugged nonchalantly seeming to be unbothered by it.
"Are you sure?" I inquired wide eyed, feeling my cheeks draining of colour.
The last thing I wanted to do was make his other band mates angry with him, yet a big part of me didn't want him to go just yet.
"Yeah, I'm really enjoying myself." He grinned brightly, picking his coffee up and bringing it to his lips to take a sip.
I smiled looking down at the table, away from his deep chocolate brown eyes that gleamed with joy, fearing I'd become lost in them too easily.
"D'you want to get out of here?" He smiled speaking suddenly, catching me off guard.
"Sure." I grinned looking back up at him, my heart fluttering.
He reached into his pocket grabbing more than enough money to cover our orders and stood up. As I stood up with him he looked down at me with admiration in his features.
"Thank you for that, I can pay you back-" I began shyly feeling guilty.
"Oh no need love, this is a thank you." He spoke with a gentle voice nodding reassuringly.
I blushed as he motioned for me to go first like a true gentlemen, causing me to grin uncontrollably.
We walked out of the café and began walking down the street the way we came from.
"It's a tad far so we need to take the car there." He informed me taking out his car keys from his pocket.
I nodded, my heart rate picking up as I thought about
The warm August day was accompanied with a blue sky and a bright sun without a single cloud in sight. As we walked I felt a small breeze pushing past the two of us gently blowing the hair away from my face.
Once we had gotten to his car he began to drive to a part of town I hadn't been to before.
He soon pulled up to a park, seemingly almost empty and very mellow, a pond and a paved path visible between the lush vegetation all around from the flower arrangements to tall trees swaying in the wind.
"I like to visit when I need to clear my brain." Paul smiled looking out to the beautiful view of the park.
The two of us stepped out and began to walk along the path together.
Paul pulled out a pack of cigarettes, flipping the box upside down and hitting it a couple times.
"Cigarette?" He offered opening the packet and extending it out to me.
"I'm alright thanks." I turned it down politely.
"You don't smoke?" He asked with a cigarette in the side of his mouth.
"Usually not cigarettes." I replied mindlessly referring to marijuana accidentally.
He raised his eyebrows seeming to assume what that meant himself.
"Oh?" He replied sounding intrigued smirking slightly.
Silence soon fell over the two of us as we admired the sights around us, the sun just barley shining down on us through the tree leaves as we walked along the winding path that stretched along the outside of the park.
"Sometimes I bring Martha here. Not as often as I should though." He admitted guiltily drawing in a hit of his cigarette and puffing it out.
"Well I bet you've got a lot on your plate as is." I nodded understandingly.
"Maybe that's why she ran away." He shook his head looking to the ground, bringing his pointer finger to his mouth and biting his nail as he held his cigarette with his other hand.
"Don't beat yourself up. I can help walk her for you if you ever need the help." I offered him a small smile.
He smiled looking over to me putting down his hand.
"That's alright love, you don't have to do that." His smile lingered as his gaze stuck to me with a funny look in his eyes that I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it made me feel warm inside.
"Oh my god, you're Paul McCartney!" I heard someone squeal in an American accent.
The two of us immediately turned our heads to see a petite teenage girl with long blonde hair beside what looked like her father, with a baffled look on her face.
"Can we get a picture?" The dad chimed in lifting his camera off of his chest hopefully.
The two Americans seemed to be tourists that had been passing through the park taking photographs before they'd spotted Paul.
"Erm, sure." Paul nodded hesitantly.
Paul apologized to me quickly before going to stand beside the girl, putting his arm around her shoulder and waiting patiently until her father got a good photo of the two of them.
"Thank you, oh, thank you so much Paul." She stuttered in amazement once he retracted his arm from her shoulders.
"Anytime love." He smiled with a gentle warmness before they said their goodbyes and Paul came to rejoin me on the other side of the path.
"I apologize for that, I usually bring Martha early in the morning for walks to avoid getting stopped." He spoke nervously as we began to walk once again.
"I thought it was sweet, they really love you." I grinned in awe.
He shook his head shyly with a chuckle.
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Once he'd finally taken me back to my flat the sun was already setting and an array or blues, purples, oranges and yellows filled the sky. We had spent hours just talking and becoming good friends.
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to think something would happen between us romantically because although I've had a little crush on him myself as had many other girls for years now, I wasn't sure if he felt that way towards me whatsoever, plus he could've been married for all I knew because I usually strayed away from listening to the gossip about musicians in general. I usually just listened to the music and occasionally went to a concert or two.
"This is it." I admitted with a somber grin turning and leaning my back against the door of my flat, realizing this was the end of my day with Paul and I had no idea if this would be the last I'd see of him in person.
"I had a great time chatting with you." Paul spoke with a chipper smile as he stopped in front of me.
"Me too." I smiled looking into his eyes that were illuminated in the dim hallway light.
Slowly he began to lean in closer and closer.
We remained wordless for a moment before I caught myself leaning in as well and stopping myself just inches away from his face.
"Goodnight Paul." I spoke suddenly breaking away from his gaze leaning back to the door.
"Goodnight Charlie." Paul spoke with a small smirk before beginning to turn to get back to the elevator.
I turned and unlocked my front door with my key and trudging in.
I didn't know why but something held me back from kissing him. Maybe part of me wanted to wait until I knew if Paul was really interested in me or if there was something else he wanted.