Another Day

Chapter 2

Linda was close to tears by the time I got to her.

"Are you alright?" I asked, pulling her up.

"Just peachy!" She snapped. She grabbed her pen and pad and stomped to the back, the door banging against the wall behind her. Ignoring the stares from other customers I followed her to the kitchen. Ruth was handing her a cup of tea as I walked in and shot me a questioning look. Linda plopped down in her stool moodily and sniffed.

"A bunch of girls mowed her over." I said.

"Why?" Ruth gasped.

"To get to this fellow called George Harrison, he was sitting next to them."

Ruth frowned, "Is he one of those Beatles then?" I smiled and laughed a little. "Yeah"

Linda scowled. "Bastard didn't even pay."

"Well he couldn't could he?" I retorted. Ruth turned back to the stove and sighed. "They did the same thing during Sinatra's time, you know. Went crazy and such, never could get enough of him." she mumbled. Linda just sniffed again and moodily turned her back to me.

Grabbing a rag, I went back out to clean up the spilled and tea and set it all back right. For all the excitement of a few minutes ago, the crowd was starting to thin out. I glanced at the clock, nearly two. Only an hour left before I could go home. And nap.

Linda recovered pretty well after a couple cups of tea, bouncing back to her normal self. Half an hour until three Linda and I found ourselves cleaning up the same table. We sighed and rolled our eyes at the same time. "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier." She said, wiping her hands on her towel. "Oh no, its fine." I replied.

She smiled, "I'm going to put on some coffee, could you get him?" She pointed over to an older looking gentleman at the counter who had just shuffled in. The lunch crowd had pretty much gone, and he was the only person left in the diner.

Linda disappeared to the back.

After two cups of coffee and the man is gone I yawned and started to clear away his dishes.

The door bell rang and I looked up wearily. Its my job, but i really didn't want to serve anyone right now, i just wanted to go home.

But I instantly blushed to see a pair of hazel eyes trained on my face. Suddenly nervous, I dropped my gaze, a thousand feelings crashing over me. He sat down in front of me at the bar and propped his head on his hands, elbows on the counter.

"I'm sorry for running out of here earlier without paying, I had to go." He said in that delightful scouse accent.

I laughed breezily, "I saw that." He slid a couple pounds over to me. "Is your friend ok?"

"She just got a little shook up. She'll be happy to see you paid."

He smiled at me. "What's your name?"

"Donna Mayfield." I replied a little too quickly.

He stuck out his hand, "Nice to meet you Ms. Mayfield, I'm George Harrison." I rolled my eyes, shaking his hand. "I gathered." He laughed, and it sent a thrill up my spine. I think my feet went numb.

Just then Linda came waltzing in from the back, both of our coats in hand, singing loudly. "Oh glorious day! Donna! We get to-" She stopped dead in her tracks and gaped. George smiled a little shyly.

"Oh," She sputtered, "So it really was you earlier." He nodded sheepishly. "I'm sorry you got knocked down."

Linda shook her head furiously. "It's alright, no harm done."

"What's your name?"

"Linda Walker"

"George Harrison" He said, sticking his hand out again and Linda nearly drooled all over him as they shook. "If I can make it to you two, we're having a concert tomorrow night if you'd like to come." He said.

We both nodded our heads vigorously at the same time. "That'd be fantastic" Linda said. My tongue wasn't working so all I could do was smile and nod.

George smiled, his fangs showing, and stood to leave. "We'll come get you tomorrow." And he walked out the door and into the streets on London.

Both of us watched as he strode down the street through the diner window. Just as he was about to slip out of view, he turned sharply to look behind him and took off sprinting down the sidewalk; seconds after he disappeared a dozen or so girls rushed by, screaming wildly. Linda and I looked at each other and burst out laughing, falling over each other and eventually collapsing into the floor behind the bar. I had forgotten about Ruth, and hearing all the ruckus she wandered out of the kitchen and peered at us with weary eyes.

"You two ok?" She asked hesitantly.

Choking back laughter induced tears Linda looked up at her. "We," she paused for a second to wipe her cheek, "Just got invited to a Beatles concert, by one of the Beatles!" And we both lost it again. Laughing and laughing until I thought our lungs would fail, curled up on the diner floor.