"God What have I done?" I asked myself racing from room to room as I tried to get myself together for one o'clock.

Strategically I had selected a short black miniskirt and a light blue knitted sweater to wear paired with some white heels praying I'd look somewhat presentable without having to wear something like Audrey would.

I didn't know what was appropriate to wear when one goes on a date with a Beatle. I should've looked at the other boys' girlfriends outfits in a magazine, that is if they had any, I was guessing if they did, they'd be stunning models or singers, something I couldn't compete with to say the least.

I groaned walking over to my nightstand feeling a headache coming on as I stressed excessively for the coffee date that was probably less of a big deal than I thought it was.

Pulling the drawer open as I sat down on the edge of my bed, I grabbed the plastic baggie I kept hidden away. I hastily took out a joint, then grabbing my lighter I lit it as quickly as I could, anxious to feel the buzz of the marijuana to calm me down.

Not many people know I smoked, including Audrey, but it was mostly just a way I could be at ease when I felt on edge, and right now I was dangerously close to having a nervous breakdown.

Uneasily I inhaled the smoke into my lungs holding the breath in for a moment until blowing the white cloud of smoke out of the side of my mouth.

I played with the small rolled joint between my fingertips watching as the end burned and the room began to fill up with the fumes.

Getting up I grabbed my purse on the floor and slung it over my arm. Before heading out of my room I grabbed my perfume bottle and sprayed myself hoping I wouldn't smell profusely of skunk once I arrived at the studio to meet Paul.

With my joint hanging out the side of my mouth, I made sure the door to my flat was locked behind me, catching a glimpse of my landlord walking down the hallway in my direction.

I quickly retracted the blunt from my mouth and blew out the smoke abruptly, waving my hand around to get rid of the gigantic white cloud.

"Charlotte Gray." He spoke in a condescending tone as he stopped in front of me, his bushy grey eyebrow lifting up as he took a hit of his huge cigar.

"Mr. Heath." I smiled apprehensively.

"I expect that you rent will be payed on time this month?" He grinned with venom lacing his words as he stared at me with slight aggression, towering over me in height making me feel very small and intimidated.

"Yes sir." I grinned with a gulp looking into his dark eyes with fear.

"That's what I like to hear." He offered me a false smile before continuing to walk down the hallway puffing away on his cig.

I sighed and looked back down to my joint. I took another long hit feeling the pressure of my bills becoming almost unbearable and continued to walk to the elevator.

When I got onto the sidewalk outside I snuffed the cig out on the ground and began to walk towards the studio I had seen Paul walking out of just yesterday.

It still seemed like a dream, I had passed the streets so many times before and had never even caught a glimpse of a Beatle, but here I was about to get a coffee with Paul McCartney himself all because I had found his lost his dog that I hadn't known existed until yesterday morning.

It wasn't long before I had arrived to the EMI studio and realized I'd have to walk in to meet him and becoming apprehensive.

I hesitantly walked in seeing a female receptionist at the front desk, looking very young and chipper.

"Are you Charlie?" She grinned as soon as she looked up and saw me.

"That's me." I nodded shyly.

"Paul should be out any minute now if you'd like to sit in a chair, he already told me he'd be expecting you." She smiled with a wink.

"Oh, ta." I smiled kindly before going to sit.

I rubbed my sweaty palms against my crossed legs waiting patiently for him to be done for his break.

Soon footsteps were audible coming closer, causing me to raise my head, expecting to see Paul but locked eyes with none other than Ringo Starr.

My heart rose to my throat as I attempted to contain my excitement.

I looked away blushing in embarrassment that I had locked in his gaze for a lingering moment.

"Hello." Ringo greeted me as he halted in front of me.

I looked back up to him and smiled.

"Hello." I responded starstruck.

"What's your name love?" He asked with his kind blue eyes fixated on me.

"Charlie. Yours?" I responded meekly already knowing the answer.

"Me? Oh, well, I-I'm Ringo." He held a hand out to shake nervously stumbling over his words as he stared at me with a large grin.

I shook it with a bright grin.

"Ringo can you leave the poor girl alone?" George Harrison smacked Ringo's arm walking up to us with Paul by his side.

As Paul came into sight he realized I was the girl Ringo was speaking to.

"Charlie." He straightened himself up.

"Hi Paul." I grinned shyly.

"This is the bird you're taking out?" George's eyebrows lifted up seemingly impressed as he turned to Paul.

Paul rolled his eyes and extended a hand to help me up, holding onto it and beginning to walk away from George and Ringo.

I turned and waved to them, seeing them both waving back to us playfully as we walked out of the doors onto the sidewalk.

"They seemed nice." I grinned up at Paul seeing the slight bitterness on his features.

"Don't be fooled, wait till you get to know them, they're the worst of the lot." Paul joked chuckling.

I smiled to myself after hearing "wait till you get to know them" making me feel like he wanted me to stick around for awhile.

"There's a little café just up the street that I think you'll like." Paul nodded with a smile.

I smiled at him in a daze unable to think clearly. My eyes soon wandered down to our hands realizing they were still intertwined by our sides.

"Oh, sorry." Paul retracted his hand from mine with reddened cheeks.

"It's alright." I shook my head smiling.

I looked ahead to the people we were passing on the street, seeing some of them recognizing Paul and staring.

"How's Martha?" I attempted to make conversation as I swallowed down the uneasy feeling I was getting from the stares.

"She's great, I have no idea why she ran away like that in the first place, she's never done that before." Paul shook his head deep in thought biting his bottom lip.

"How'd she get away anyway?" I inquired intrigued.

"We were about to go for a walk early in the morning like we usually did, and before I put her leash onto her collar I locked the gate behind us and when I turned back around, she'd just, vanished." He spoke in slight bafflement.

"I looked for her for hours, and my manager Brian had at least ten dog catchers looking out for her to bring her back home to me, I had just about given up by the time you came 'round." He smiled lightheartedly.

I smiled and looked to the ground feeling butterflies in my stomach.

"Here we are." Paul smiled at the sign of the restaurant which showed "Abbey Road Diner" in big white text on the brick wall.

Paul walked to the door and opened it for me to go through first.

We sat down at a booth near the back of the diner for privacy considering Paul was a well known musician that seemed to be recognized by every single man, woman and child in the room.

"Is it always like this?" I looked around at all the people staring.

"You get used to it after awhile." He sighed resting his head on his hand as his elbow rested on the table.

"Everyone loves the cute Beatle." I smiled at him playfully making him roll his eyes trying to suppress a grin.

"Am I?" He smirked.

"What?" I smiled amused.

"The cute Beatle." His smirk grew.

"Yes, but I think you're much more than just that." I grinned making him perk up.

And I was right, there was much more to Paul McCartney, that day was only the beginning.