Beatles Imagines

35. John (requested) p.2

I could barely contain myself as he told me a story about his adventures in the city of Hamburg. He was a great storyteller I had decided, he made me feel like I was there with him. He way his eyes danced around the restaurant as though he were reliving the experience was spectacular to me.

I had never met a man that I bonded so easily with over the course of two hours.

"-and that's how they got kicked out of Hamburg." He shrugged, sipping on Chardonnay after the waiter finally came around and took our orders.

I shook my head as giggles escaped my mouth. "That's so horrible."

"What about you? Do you have any stories from your travels?"

"Once-" I leaned forward,"In Sicily, a random man came up to me. He spoke really fast in Italian and I couldn't understand a lick of what he said. I looked over to my Italian friend and she looked completely mortified. When I looked back he was kneeling on the ground and took my hand in his. I was scared to death so I just ripped my hand out of his and began to run away. Apparently, according to my friend, my 'beauty' had awakened his desires and that he felt destined to be with me. He was basically proclaiming his love for me, which was super odd. Usually guys don't even look my way. For all I know, it might've been the only chance I had at love."

"Can I ask why?"

"What?"

"Well, I mean there's no way that guys don't look your way, you're stunning." He stated, seeming completely baffled by my words.

I wanted to sink into my seat, embarrassed by the attention I was receiving from him. I felt my cheeks tint a darker shade of pink, and hated that there was nothing I could do to hide it.

"Maybe it's my personality that has them running for the hills then, I don't quite know." I shrugged and daringly took a bite out of my fettuccine alfredo, hoping that I didn't make a mess or choke on the food.

"Perhaps." He smiled before adding,"No, you seem quite fine to me. Unless on the second date you admit you're a runaway from the loony bin."

"The second date?"

I raised my eyebrows, questioning if this could even be considered a first date. I didn't mind the words, though. I couldn't deny the lightness in my chest and the small breath of air being stolen from my body after the words were swept carelessly from his mouth.

"Well, that is if you can handle one bit of information." He replied sheepishly,"I haven't been quite honest with you."

"What is it?" I found myself stating faster than my mind could fully process the words. I looked down at his left hand out of sheer habit, and mentally sighed in relief when I didn't see a ring. However, my paranoid mind still ran rampant with hundreds of theories racing around my head, not quite settling on just one.

"Well, I didn't necessarily come here on accident tonight."

"Oh?"

"Your friends," He chuckled in a small voice and scratched the back of his neck,"-well they, uhm, set me up with you."

"A blind date?"

He nodded.

"That's the worst you've got?" I questioned, before sighing in relief. "I thought you were married or something!"

"Also about that-I'm just joking with ya."

I watched his eyes crinkle up as he laughed at his mediocre joke, and I couldn't help but break out a laugh with him. Something about him being happy made me so giddy, and whenever he radiated that I felt compelled to follow his lead. It was the strangest thing, but I didn't argue; it was the most ecstatic I had felt in a long while.

"Why didn't you just tell me when you first got to the table?" I asked after the laughter had finally died down. "You wanted to see if I was going to live up to your standards?"

"How shallow do you think I am?" He feigned offense by placing a hand to his heart. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't, like, a serial killer or anything."

"About that..." I trailed off, almost unable to refrain from smiling once again.

"Well I mean I suppose if you are I'll just have to take the risk, yeah?"

He rested his cheek on his hand and gave me a lopsided smile. His eyes were glossed over in a tipsy haze, and his movements became more liquidated and relaxed. A small tuft of hair fell in front of his forehead, making him look more youthful and playful. I couldn't help but drown in his appearance, etching every beautiful quirk in his face into my mind.

"That's a little dicey, don't ya' think?"

"I quite like you, so I think I might just take that risk." He leaned over and placed my hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered near my skin longer than I had anticipated, and he stared at me with soft eyes.

I looked down, feeling my face flush once again. My fingers found each other, and embraced one another out of nervousness.

"Sorry." He spoke quietly after realizing his prolonged touch, withdrawing his hand from me in a swift, rushed manner. Panic flooded his eyes, and he shook his head slowly in distress. "I just got caught up in the moment."

"No worries." I replied, ignoring the electricity that ignited every inch of my skin.

"You know, I'm glad that I met you. I honestly wasn't sure how tonight was going to go since my friends 'ditched' me, but this was a great birthday if you ask me." I confessed earnestly after a couple of moments of comfortable silence.

"Yeah, I mean this really could've been a recipe for disaster. Like, I would've just stuck to a cake and some balloons instead of pairing up two strangers together after pretending to ditch my friend at a restaurant. I'm just glad I didn't ruin your birthday or anything...or I mean you could be lying to me and hate me."

He stared into my eyes, his lips upturned at the sides to create the most faintest of smiles.

"But I really hope you don't."

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A.N: Sorry this wasn't the best, and my sincerest apologies to the person who requested this. I had MAJOR writer's block, and I feel genuinely guilty that it took forever to finish.