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❝𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖞 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊, 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜,❞

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| January 14, 1963 |

Isabel, Ringo, and Charlotte sat on one side of the table while John, Paul, and George sat on the other side. Food was laid out on the table in front of them, and Ringo was gawking at the food's attractiveness. 

"So, tell us about yerself, Carlotta," Paul said, grabbing a few pieces of food and placing them on his plate neatly. 

"She prefers to be called Charlotte," Isabel informed him, taking a bite of her food.

"Oh, I'm sorry, love, I didn't know," He apologized, looking at Charlotte with a sorrowful gaze.

"It's okay; I was born in Amsterdam, Netherlands, and moved to Liverpool when I was 15," Charlotte explained.

"Hmm, it appears ya still retained yer accent," George observed, eating his food slowly.

"Yeah! It was really gear when I met her; her accent was gear. It still is," Ringo said excitedly.

"Can ya speak Dutch fluently?" John curiously asked, gazing intently at Charlotte for an answer. 

"Yes," She stated, looking around at the plants that hung about the dining room.

"May I hear a few phrases, love?" George asked, feeling confident so he flashed a charming smile. Charlotte looked at George and nodded.

"Hoe gaat het met u? *How do you do?*," She asked, eating a piece of food on her plate.

"Tha's amazing," Paul complimented.

"I know what she said," Ringo bragged, raising his chin boldly.

"Really? What she said?" George challenged.

"She said... Uhm... she said," Ringo paused, placing a finger on his jawline and looking out into space thoughtfully. "I like to drink beer, do you?"

The table erupted in laughs when they heard what Ringo had said. John, on the other hand, just chuckled and looked down at his empty plate.

"It was nice finally meeting the band that Ringo is in, but I really need to get to school," Charlotte stood abruptly and gathered her plate and silverware.

"School? You go to college?" Paul questioned curiously, looking up at the young woman who held her dishes.

"Yes, now I'm going to be late," Charlotte turned her attention to her roommate, who sat next to her.

"I leave you in charge of the cabinet, don't let their charm fool you," Charlotte gestured to the young men who sat across the table.

"I will not succumb to their foolish provocative behavior, sir," Isabel saluted.

"Great, see you all later," Charlotte rushed out of the door with her bag and into her car.

...

"Hey, do you mind opening that cabinet over there, darling?" John smirked and winked.

"Sorry, no can do," Isabel shook her head violently, crossing her hands over her chest.

"Why not love?" Paul chimed in, causing the amount of charm to double, taking Isabel off guard.

"Like I said before, I mustn't succumb to your meaningless flirtatious attitude,"