hello little girl // p.m. (beatles au)

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The above image is what Daniela looks like :)

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"Um, Mister...Mr. McCartney?"

Startled by the unexpected yet pleasurable voice speaking into his ear, Mr. McCartney accidentally dropped the hot spatula he was holding in his other hand.

"Ouch! God..." he yelled, holding his burnt fingers, then turning around to see Daniela.

She had on the work uniform Mr. McCartney provided for her to wear: a red polo shirt with the store logo embroidered on the left breast, along with a black, mid-thigh length skirt, then a pair of black Mary Janes for shoes. Her uniform was quite different from the other employees; Mr. McCartney liked how Daniela's school uniform looked on her and wanted her work uniform to resemble it as much as possible. Also, he kind of thought he needed to do that so he could remind himself of how cute she was in order to avoid firing her, for he became frustrated easily and knew that lashing out on a rookie was very likely.

"S-sorry," she muttered, looking down at her boss's reddened hand.

"It's fine," Mr. McCartney sighed, crossing his arms and looking to his side. "Happens a lot."

"So um, where should I start?" Daniela asked, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Hold on a sec, when I come back I'll get you started," Mr. McCartney replied, walking away. "Go wash your hands while you're waiting."

Daniela nodded, then headed over towards the sink. She tensed up when she realized that someone was standing behind her. She turned her head slowly to see it was the older girl who gave her the dirty look the other day.

"Um, hi, s-sorry..." Daniela quickly mumbled, scrubbing her soapy hands abrasively.

"You do realize that isn't proper uniform, correct?" the girl asked, her hands placed on her hips.

"Oh, well Mr. McCartney gave this to me," Daniela informed her, trying to speak in a friendly manner.

She quickly examined the older girl's outfit. On her was a baggy red t-shirt along with baggier, black bootcut slacks, a black apron blanketed in flour along with a name tag labeled "Nicole" pinned onto one of the top straps. Daniela thought her own outfit was more physically appealing, but she also believed that Nicole's was probably that of a more experienced employee.

"Geez, what is that man doing these days?" Nicole whispered, giving Daniela a final look, then shaking her head and walking away.

Confused, Daniela finished washing her hands, then returned to where she was before. She inhaled the scent of fresh dough that lay unwrapped across the wooden countertop, thinking about how long and treacherous of a day she had at school. Already receiving a dissatisfactory grade on a test she studied hours for had her feeling down, and she didn't want to feel like any more of a failure.

"Okay, Daniela," she heard a voice say. Mr. McCartney came from around the corner, wrapping a white apron around his waist. "What do you know about making pizza?"

"Um...not much," Daniela replied with embarrassed honesty.

Mr. McCartney's eyebrows rose and fell as he let out a sigh of displeasure. Well, this should be interesting, he thought.

"Alright well...let's not make any pizza yet. How about I get you started on how to work the register?" Mr. McCartney suggested.

"O-okay," Daniela stuttered, obviously hesitant.

Mr. McCartney chuckled. "Alright then."

Daniela cracked a small smile and made eye contact with her boss for a brief moment, who still had a bit of a smirk on his face. She felt her cheeks rise in temperature when she felt their simultaneous gazes were a bit too extended considering their differences in...well, authority. Her eyes quickly darted across the room to focus on a can of tomato sauce, hoping what just happened wasn't awkward for Mr. McCartney alike.