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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

SUNDAY, MAY 9, 1965

The bright lights inside the cafe were a stark contrast to the blackness in the sky outside. The lights hummed, and Alexandria could hear them as she and Paul ordered their ice cream, collected it, and went to sit at a table in the back corner.

"That what you wanted?" Paul asked as Alexandria looked at her ice cream intently.

Alexandria could remember him asking her the same question so long ago, the very first time they'd been out together. It had been just after George started seeing Guinevere, Alexandria was upset about the whole ordeal, and Paul had stepped in to make her feel better. It had been this meeting that sparked the flame between them, the flame that had long died out. "Yeah, it is," she responded.

With that, there was silence as they both began to eat their ice cream. "Why did George go to see you this morning?" Alexandria asked finally, looking up at him with curious eyes.

Paul sighed. George had been over that morning to talk about Alexandria. George was thinking more about his plans to propose to Alexandria than ever before, and he'd made the rash decision to go and chat to Paul about it. Granted, he wasn't sure that Paul was the best person to discuss such a topic with, considering he was currently the only Beatle other than himself unwed, but Paul was the one that he was closest to, and he knew Alexandria just as well as the next person, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to talk to him about it. Plus, Paul was unapologetically the most romantic of the group, while George was the most awkward. And the most awkward always needed the extra help when it came to romance.

He couldn't tell all of that to Alexandria, though, could he? That would for sure spoil George's huge surprise.

"I don't like how quiet you are," Alexandria said, sounding a bit desperate. "Why won't ye just tell me?"

Paul shrugged. "It's a bit of a...man thing." Paul's face turned red. Hell, he was looking awfully suspicious.

"Okay, don't repeat this," Alexandria said, her hands trembling ever-so-slightly. She hid them in her lap. "But, if George were—I don't know—cheating on me, y'know, would you tell me?"

Paul's doe eyes went wide. "Is that what you think?" he asked.

"No," Alexandria replied, her eyes going just as wide as his.

"All right..." Paul mumbled. "And, yes, I'd tell you. I'm not a bloody bastard."

"Just asking. Not accusin' anyone of anything," Alexandria replied before taking a bite of her ice cream. She shrugged. "Just thought I'd ask. He's just acting weird is all."

"You know, Alex, I wouldn't worry about it too much."

Alexandria raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Paul shrugged before taking a bite of his own ice cream. "Just trust me," he said. "You ought to stop askin' so many questions. Might make your life less stressful."