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Chapter 6: Breakfast with Lou

«𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦
𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬'𝘯'𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦»

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"Then... What would you fancy to eat?" George looked over the menu to Rebecca, examining her concentrated expression on the menu between her hands.

Her grimace was almost disgust and that worried him. 

Hasn't he chosen the right place?

That was his favourite place to eat, the only one he could go without being followed by people. He passed saliva nervously trying to decode the girl in front of him.

Rebecca didn't want to be rude, but nothing on the menu sounded tempting. She reminded herself it was well known that British food was ... well, it wasn't that tasty, and the fact of seeing eel written on the menu didn't help, even though she was starving.

She was dying for a tamal verde or all the delights she ate at home: Tacos al Pastor, Mole, a Quesadilla even some Chilaquiles. Everything sounded incredible in Rebecca's mind, making her stomach rumble to her embarrassment.

"I dunno... You...you choose. Order for me..." she said sliding delicately the menu on the table and then she offered the boy a shy smile. Same that vanished before a thought came to herself. "Please don't say eel"

George smiled at her with all his teeth.

"Wellington Beef and Cornish Pasties, does it sound good?" He looked at her temptingly, turning a quick glimpse at the menu. Becca nodded with a smile. "Would you like a pint?"

"I'd love to"

George raised his hand so the elderly lady who was their waitress could take the order. She seemed to know George well, because she treated him with naturally and confidence, she even dedicated a smirk to Rebecca as if she approved her. Making her blush a little. The grey hair woman left their drinks at the table and returned to the kitchen.

"How do you feel? Better?" George asked taking the glass and giving a drink to his beer.

"Yes. I really don't know how to thank you" Rebecca lowered her head awkwardly.

"Oh, you don't have to worry, you know? 'Sharing is caring' they say" he said with a smirk.

"I always liked that phrase" the girl admitted combing her hair.

"In other matters..." The boy began shyly. He gave a sip to his drink to continue. "I talked with Brian..."

Rebecca opened the eyes full of surprise, imitating her company and giving the first drink to her beer. Notably stronger than she was used to. Traveling through time affect your alcohol tolerance? She swallowed the liquid, wetting her lips to talk.

"Yeah... about that ..." she said leaving her pint on the table. He looked at her with his slightly frown and his eyes narrowed. "You'll not believe it! But earlier, before I went to buy this, " she pointed to her dress. "I saw an ad in the newspaper at your house. An office requested an architect and I said 'I have nothing to lose' so, I went there, and well..." she twisted the gesture. "At first they refused because I was a woman," she said annoyed. "What does it have to do? I think with the brain not with the crotch."

George laughed at the remark.

"So, I insisted for me to do a test and..." Becca tried to hide her smile but failed. "I don't like to brag away, but apparently I beat up all candidates," her tone was full of pride but wasn't vain. "And the owner himself offered me the position. So, I was looking for a job and then I found a job. And heaven knows I'm miserable now" She concluded with a smile and gave a big sip to her drink.

Ok, now that Becca thought about it... How she got a job just like that? There must be more obstacles, right? The folks in the office didn't even bother to ask for her papers or her professional license, which was something she'd feared, but everything went inexplicably well. One less thing to worry about.

George looked at her amazed by the story and Becca's determined attitude. Nothing like a girl who wants to conquer the world any time or place. He liked that, she made him feel admiration because she looked beyond. Like it should be.

He didn't know any girl who had a career and a job like that, he came from Liverpool and from a context where women didn't usually do those activities. Liverpool girls used to marry, have a fellow, maintain the house and their children, be helpful and good housewives. But this girl, she seemed completely unusual, determined, but not egotistical or conceited, he liked this attitude 'cause was totally different from what he knew.

Yet, the scared girl he'd known yesterday was still there, along with the sweet girl who was last night, the kind and the joker one. He looked at her tenderly without realizing.

It was stupid to feel this way for someone so soon. George didn't know what specific feeling was. Admiration, maybe? Worry? What was it? And why did he feel that way? Ok, perhaps he liked Rebecca just for being a pretty bird, right? Yes, that must be... but that did not convince or reassure him.

Their eyes finally crossed, and everything exploded inside. An electric feel toured their whole bodies, exactly as the previous day, it was so intense, he was bloody scared.

Rebecca was frightened because it couldn't be possible, she didn't even belong to that world, that time and anything she would do, would affect everything, she knew. It was already much the fact of getting a work and talking with George himself, as if to fall in love with him. Forbidden love, like the Selena's song.

"Don't be ridiculous Rebecca! Forbidden love? God, such exaggerated fool you are! He's a Beatle! For God's sake! George could have any girl, why would he fall over you? Why would he be interested? Ok yeah, you're pretty cool and rad but..."

In 21 years of life, she felt that feeling twice. One with her ex-boyfriend; Jules's memory hit her bitterly. And she surprised herself by remember the resemblance of that boy with the man in front of her. Of course, Jules looked more like the Beatle for years to come, the one with moustache.

Becca used to joke with Jules and her friends she only dated with him because the resemblance with Harrison, now that sounded weird. The universe had a cruel sense of humour.

The second time she felt it was exactly the day before. The brightness in the eyes of the dark haired boy was hypnotic, pure tranquillity, wisdom, love, loyalty, the blanket on a cold day. Melting her without effort.

Thanks to the sky, that bubble burst when the lady brought their order, distracting anything she could think about.

With a smile she left her order and retired to give them privacy. Strangely, everything smelled delicious, she was dying for eat. George also seemed grateful to be return to reality. After taking a great bite and chewing aggressively. He took his pint and lifted it looking at Rebecca.

"Then, congratulations for your new job, love. Ace!" He smiled making a toast. Rebecca corresponded his gesture, excited.

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A/N: 'ello everyone! :) I'm very happy to upload a new chapter <3 I hope those who read it like it. I'm not doing this to win readings or votes, but I appreciated them very much and it makes me very glad to have new friends and followers. Thank you!

On the other hand, I recommend you listen to Parcels, it's an Australian funk band and I like them a lot too, I got the inspiration of Jules from them, in some moments the boy looks like our Georgie. Listen to them and tell me what you think!
— Love, stella.