((SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG LOL))
A youngish man walked through the glass door, he had his coat zipped up to his chin and his brownish hair sat in a tousled mop on his head, just as I was cleaning the counter, for closing. "Holy shit!" said my coworkers Elle tugging on my sleeve. "Ugh he's your half! Well go on take his order" She was positivity flushed, shaking my head at her red cheeks, I turned and walked towards his table.
"Hi, Im y/n" I muttered more timidly than I had intended. Without looking up from the menu in his hand, he said "Oh hello y/n, yes I am Paul haha! would you like an autograph or something..?" a Liverpudlian tinge inflected his voice.
"Um no? Is that name meant to mean something to me?" I said back as nicely as I physically could.
With my confusion he looked up from his menu, wow, I had to stop myself from gasping out loud. This man was beautiful, he had a round, smooth baby and deep puppy dog eyes that I could just get lost in.
"I'm Paul, Paul Mccartney. Do you really not know who I am?" He said, furrowing his brows.
Almost taken a back at how obnoxious he sounded, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend your highness" I said my voice dripping in sarcasm. How rude could a man be, just expecting me to know who he is! I turned on my heels "Elle? You take him, he seems like a stuck up twat to me! He expects me to kn- "
"y/n!" She said in a harsh whisper. "That's Paul fucking Mccartney!! As in a member of the Beatles? A MULTI MILLIONAIRE!!!!"
"I'm sorry Elle, no fucking idea." I replied as a figure hovered over my shoulder, he smelt of pure tabaco and mint.
"Elle was it? Could I possibly have a tea to go? It's obvious I'm not wanted here!" He said humbly smiling. "So y/n, no idea who I am? Not a single clue?" he said as Elle went to the back for the tea bags.
"Sorry, none. But Im surprised I couldn't remember such a pretty face." I said boldly reaching up and cupping his chin lightly. He pulled me close and kissed me passionately, tongues swirling round each other's, and he only stopped when he heard the kitchen door open and promptly pushed me away, but keeping his hand in the small of my back.
"Um Mr Mccartney, here is your tea! Paul- I mean Mr Mccartney, could I have your autograph?" Elle said hurriedly, pushing the tea into his waiting hand.
"Me too!" I piped up without thinking.
"Ok ok ladies, just for you!" He said winking at Elle, making her already pink cheeks flush crimson. He pulled a ball point pen from his blazer, and scrawled something on a napkin, before handing it to Elle.
"To Elle,
The best tea maker
From your friend
Mr Mccartney x"
She squealed and ran to the kitchen again, possibly to faint. Then he pulled another napkin from the dispenser turned his back smiling and wrote something to me.
"To y/n,
Still not sure who I am? I'll make you never forget me again baby.
Call me- 573926385829
from your highness
Paul Mccartney xx"
"Close your eyes!" Paul said giggling. I did as I was told expecting the napkin to fall on my lap. Instead his lips fell onto mine, so soft I could barely feel them. Like angel wings had just brushed them. When I opened my eyes again, the restaurant was empty again, with only the ink stained napkin on the side to prove he had ever been there.
