Win a date with Paul McCartney

Part 3: The encounter

Hi guys! Hope you like this chapter, just thought you might like to know that I'm changing the writing style to first person for a little bit, hope it doesn't mess anything up. I think it'll be easier, though. :)

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A few minutes later, a waiter came to the table and took both our orders. I asked for two soups, both tomato, and some bread with it. Also, I ordered take away soup for Diana and some alcohol and coca cola for her. Paul stayed quiet, surprisingly, but ordered a mocktail for himself, and one for me.

I couldn't help but laugh after the waiter left, he seemed so starstruck at the man in front of him.

"So, what cocktail did you get?" I asked Paul, smiling. Diana would've loved this.

"Oh, just a nice cosmopolitan, hope you don't mind."

The drink didn't ring a bell, but I nodded.

"Never heard of it, but it sounds gear." I replied. I then got my bag out and ruffled inside of it, searching for a pen and paper. Once found I glanced at Paul.

"So, Paul. I know you're going to dread this, seeing your super famous and all - but I need you to answer some questions. I'm not some interviewer that'll tell all your secrets away, by the way."

Paul chuckled and placed a hand on his chin. "I don't mind, hit it."

"Thank you! Okay -" I placed the pen close to my paper and thought of some question Diana would like.

"Let's start with the basics. Cats or dogs?"

Paul seemed surprised at the question, but he answered it straight away. "Dogs, all the way."

"I agree." I wrote the answer down quickly and looked back up at Paul. "Hmm.. If you could travel anywhere right now, where would it be?"

"That's a hard one - Paris, maybe. Or bed."

I laughed, making some people turn to our tables. "I can agree with that one."

"Where would you go?" Paul asked, surprising me.

"For some reason I'd head back home for a little, to Liverpool."

Paul looked at me and his eyes widened. "You're from Liverpool?"

"'Course I am, for my whole life until a couple years ago."

"Me too.. Crazy!" Paul grinned and took his hand of his face.

And the next minute Paul and I were in a full, loud conversation about Liverpool, it then escalated into other topics that were random but hilarious, laughing became loud and time passed quickly. When our food came out we stopped our conversation as the waiter explained everything about the meal.

"This is the tomato soup, mainly known as the soupe à la tomate here. We know it was originated from Spain, but we prefer to make our own French one here. Bon appetite."

Paul and I couldn't help but laugh at the waiter silently.

I dug into my soup, Paul did so too. Things got a little messy after a while and soup was thrown at the both of us.

"Bloody hell" I chuckled, kicking the man's leg under the table. He kicked back, lightly.

The night went on, and I asked him more questions and mentioned Diana to him.

"Don't mind if I take a photo of you?" I asked him after finishing off every bit off the soup.

Paul shook his head and wiped his mouth with a cloth. As I took out my camera from my bag, I chatted about Diana and how much she fancied him. He smiled at this sweetly and I snapped a few shots delightfully.