Era: 1964 Summary- George is a waiter, whose hawt as hell
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I've never hated George Harrison with a guitar as much as I do right now (ding dong ding dong)
if you get it, you get it, if you don't, watch the video, because the song is just ahh
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We all sat around the red and white checkered table cloth table, giggling and smiling every second that passes. The dimly lit restaurant was sparkling with grins. My eyes kept being greeted by bottles of coke, lazy hair flips and attractive men all checking out my friends.
"Okay but we've been here for I don't know, 10 minutes, where's that waiter guy?" Sandy asked, taking a sip of the already prepared water, her lipstick staining the glass brim.
"Give it time, we all got water right?" I assured her, tilting my head to the finished glass where my water was previously sitting.
"So how's David doing," My friend, Nina, queried resting her diamond head into the palm of her ring covered hand.
"He's alright, he's got a beard now," I shrug, my mind running back to the times of David and I. He used to have this long dark brown, close to black lanky hair. He used to be clean shaven, which showed off his perfectly straight teeth. Life with him was exciting, fun, we lived it on the edge- taking any chances we wanted.
But soon, he came to me hurt, saddened. He realized he wasn't in love with me, but instead his friend Kurt, who was blonde, and that's all I can remember.
I was heartbroken of course, yet, I was proud of him, I felt happy in ways.
"Uh Y/n, earth to Y/n," Sandra smirked, waving her hand in front of my dazed face.
I shake my head rapidly, "Okay I'm back on Earth now, what'd I miss?" I asked, combing my hair out with my fingers.
Her hand pointed to the waiter walking over to our table, stumbling a bit as he did so. I could've swore my heart had stopped. The man was tall, somewhat resembling a green bean. He had these luxurious chocolate brown eyes, brought out by his rather thick dark eyebrows. My eyes moved to his hair, which was combed to perfect, swooping to the side of his head. It didn't take long for his sculpted cheekbones to meet my gazing eyes.
Of course, I got nudged by Nina, to which I whacked her arm playfully.
"What may I get ye birds tonight," He smiled, flashing all of us a toothy grin. I couldn't help but melt at the sight of his sharp canines.
"Well I'd like a cheeseburger," Nina smirked, proceeding to nudge me.
"And ye Miss?" He grinned, his pencil now residing in his large hands.
"I wonder what those hands could do," I mutter, or at least I thought I did. My mouth falls to the floor, whilst Nina and Sandra snicker together.
"Holy fuck, I-I, I'll have erm coke! And a grilled cheese," I stutter, and answer at a quick pace. The waiter now is flushing with a pink shade, making me sigh in relief.
"Okay, they'll be right out," He gives me a shy smile.
He walks away, tripping on his big feet, yet he kept looking back at me.
"I wonder what those hands could do," Nina cackles.
"Shut up," I throw my head in my hands.
"I bet he is a good fuck," Sandra chuckles, watching the waiter's ass.
"That's not," I paused, "I'm not finishing that sentence," I jokingly roll my eyes.
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Soon Mr Waiter returns, now with a large hat on top of that cute little head. Three cokes with straws are on a round plate, which soon is placed on to our table. His other hand has two cheeseburgers and my grilled cheese. I mentally slapped myself for ordering it-but I was just hoping there was no pickle.
"Thanks," I smile, grabbing the cold can. I keep my strong gaze with those devil eyes, sucking on the straw, my red lipstick bringing out the white stripes. Slowly, I moved my lips up and down the straw, then soon opening my mouth just slightly, letting my teeth gently bite into it. I allow a tad of the liquid to dribble from my mouth, so I can take my finger and swipe it up. Licking my finger leisurely, I watch him stare intently at my tongue and lips.
I don't have a clue where this sudden confidence came from.
"U-uh I'll be back when ye birds need the, the check," I watched him scurry off to the bathroom.
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My eye suddenly spots his name tag.
George.
George Harrison.
"Hi George! Can we have the check please," I ask, a bit timidly.
"Oh yes I'll be right back," He beamed, but a frown was in those dazzling orbs.
"I think you got the hots for Mr. British," Sandra bites her lip.
"He's just attractive, that's all," I blush a bit.
"OHHH MR WAITER OH YES, RIGHT THERE YES YES YES!" Nina moans loudly. We earn glares from about everyone in the restaurant.
And George was already back.
"Hi, er, here's the check," He rambles, placing the check at our table.
"I'm sorry," I mouth to him.
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We paid the check, and I left a 20 dollar tip.
What? He was very sweet.
I also decided to write on the check, my number. I honestly do not know where this confidence came from.
As he comes over to our table, we all begin to walk out. I notice him drop a note on the ground- so naturally I pick it up.
You're stunning, breath taking even. I'd be delighted to take ye out some time, if that's okay with you of course
Mr Waiter :)
I beam in joy.
I turn around right when we reach the glass doors, and my note was in his large hands. Our eyes were glued to each other.
"I'd love too," I mouth to him.
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I hope this was okay lmao.... also just search IZ up on YouTube, his voice is incredible. He is so peaceful it's insane. Wonderful World <3
