It was the winter that ushered in Chrissie Mullen's discontent- it was the same winter that laid John Deacon low with a terrible cold, and yet both had to incorporate their discomfort into their daily lives.
Yet it was also in that winter that they would meet.
The scene was set in London, England.
It started out with University-
He'd seen her many times - actually had classes with her maybe every other day? He'd seen her- but talking to her- even approaching her was a different matter all together-
John was drifting off into his pint of Guinness when a hand reached in front of his face and grabbed the pint glass before it tipped completely "Oh! You you almost tipped your Guinness over onto yourself and that would be a waste of excellent Guinness!"
John looked up into the face of a pretty girl with honey blonde hair and blushed
John bit his lip anxiously and blushed a bit as he smoothed his hair into order and dredged the sleep from his eyes "Oh, oh, thank you, it's been a rather long day and -- I'm John, John Deacon - bor-- well -" he felt his awkwardness in every word and hoped she wouldn't walk away.
The young woman blushed beautifully and gave him a gorgeously shy smile "Chrissie, Chrissie Mullen, I'm - I'm Tim Staffel's girlfriend -"
John's heart rapidly sunk and he looked like all hope had been dashed, though Chrissie saw none of it, or if she had, she was kind enough not to say a word.
They sat down and talked for hours, with Chrissie beginning to think she was dating the wrong bloke entirely.
