Paul felt like he was in a cheesy romantic movie.

John was across the table, slurping spaghetti noodles. Paul was also eating spaghetti, wiping his mouth like the mannerful gentleman he was.

John leaned in closer, a little, cocky smirk in his lips. And before Paul knew it, they were kissing.

While eating spaghetti.

In a French restaurant.

Doesn't that scream romantic movie 101 already?

Nevertheless, Paul kissed back. Because if wouldn't be a movie scene if the character didn't kiss back.

"Did I mention I was a sucker for cheesy scenes?" Paul asked, licking his lips clean of red sauce. As if he couldn't get anymore vampirish.

John chuckled. "That's why I chose spaghetti, Macca. Like that scene in Lady and the Tramp?"

"I figured." Paul muttered, a little smile forming in his lips.

John conjured up a sweet-smelling rose. "You're favorite, right? Classic red. It's what I gave you on our first Valentine's Day back in Liverpool."

"I can't believe you still remember that." Paul gasped.

John smiled. "One of my favorite memories, Paulie. Now, give us a kiss." He teased.

Paul grinned. "Gladly."

George could wait a little longer. He thought as he leaned in for another kiss.