Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on! (The Beatles X Reader)

Chapter 6

The next few days were plenty boring. The boys didn't have a gig for a while, so Y/N didn't see them a ton. She decided to try and immerse herself in the 1960s culture. If she could understand what was big and how people talked in the 60s she could fit in better. The first thing she needed to do was get a job. She had to pay rent at some point. She began to prepare for her day, wearing her best-looking clothing and putting her hair up. Locking up her apartment, she headed down the street to find any shop looking for employees. It wasn't long before she found that a local record store needed a typist to keep track of their new album shipments. It was perfect. She walked into the shop.

"Mornin' Madame!" The shopkeeper waved at her. He was young and had a fag in his mouth. He had brown hair with dark blue eyes.

"Morning!" She smiled back, heading to the counter. "I'm here to apply for the typist job. You have a sign in the window."

"Ah! Typist job, aye? Let me see..." He looked at a checklist under the counter. "I just have a few questions."

"Fire away." She smirked. He went down his list of questions that Y/N answered to the best of her ability. When they were over the man smiled.

"I think you may have a new job in the future." He winked, "The name's Scott by the way." He stuck his hand out for a shake. She took it gratefully.

"Y/N." She replied with a smile. He took a big whiff of his fag.

"You can start tomorrow at 8." He wrote down anything she needed to know. "Can't wait to see a new face around here. It's only me you see."

"Well, now you have me." She walked towards the entrance.

"I get some eye candy for a few hours." He muttered and she rolled her eyes. All she needed was money and now she had it. Now, what could she do? Go to a club or two, shop, or maybe even look for a better home. She was getting too ahead of herself. She decided to go to the jeweler, mostly just to look around. It made her feel rich and important. Plus, she had nothing else to do. She walked in and was greeted by the employees. Looking around, she saw a beautiful set of rings.

"Pretty aren't they?" A familiar voice said. She turned around to see Ringo behind her. He had a cheeky smile.

"Hey, Ringo!" She waved at him. He took her hand and kissed it. She blushed. That was very forward.

"Are you looking at rings too?" He asked with a hint of curiosity. She nodded.

"Just looking." She replied. A clerk soon came up to them.

"Buying a ring for the pretty lady?" He asked.

"No, no, no..." Y/N said quickly. Ringo chuckled to himself.

"If she likes." He said, motioning towards Y/N.

"I-I'm fine, but thanks, Ringo..." She had a nervous smile.

"Are you sure?" He asked, a glint in his eyes.

"Definitely." She responded. He shrugged and asked the clerk about any of their new ring collections. How ironic. None of the selections interested Ringo and he walked back over to her not long after.

"Got any plans later?" He asked with a smirk. She shook her head. A night out with Ringo could be fun.

"Why?" She asked with a slight smile.