" Where were you later night?" Ella, Wynnes best friend, who happened to be her ballet partner asked. It was almost noon, and the two of them were walking downtown to do some shopping.
" Well you see, I have the dreaded lurgy. Wasn't feelin well last night." She faked a cough.
" C'mon!" She punched her shoulder, " Where were you really?"
" Promise you won't tell anyone, not even Ms. Clara?"
She crossed her fingers.
" Tony took me to his gig." Wynne answered, with the biggest grin. She still had Peter on her mind.
" Tony....your brother?!" She was surprised.
She nodded.
" Wynne! When did you become such a rebel? Was it worth it??"
She shrugged, " I probably won't do it again. But it was fantastic. I saw Peter last night.....we talked..." She grinned, " I swear to God, Ella it was like a dream. He touched me, not only with his hands but with his sparkling eyes. I couldn't believe mine. He is just so perfect..." Wynne fantasized like any other teenage girl, with an open imagination.
" Wynne why don't you go out with him, or let him walk you home?"
" That's the problem, Ella. I feels like all this isn't real. It's all in my head."
" When are you gonna see him again?"
She sighs and shrugs, " I wish I could tell you."
Wynne and Ella were walking into town, Ella wanted to go to the bookstore for some good fictional novels and to get some personal female items at the the flea market, and Wynne was looking for a record she had been wanting for a long time. It was, Abbey Road by the Beatles. She had heard Come Together on the radio one day last winter when Tony was driving her home from school and fell in love. She had much love for the Beatles, and she often daydreamed of John Lennon.
So she and Ella split, and she headed for the small record store. It wasn't loaded with people, although there were a good amount of people inside. She doesn't go into town too much, but she likes to enjoy the time she has. But first she's got to make sure she got what she came for; the Abbey Road record.
When she walked up to the counter, there was a man waiting there as well. He was cooly leaning of the counter, whistling to himself and tapping his feet. His hands were in his corduroys with his thumbs sticking out, and he squinted as the sun reflected in his eye. Wynne, pushed her hair to one side, and waited for someone to come out so that she could get her record. She didn't look at him, but he certainly looked over at her.
Then the man came out, wearing a dirty white shirt, with black rimmed glasses and the center of his hair balding.
" Hello, how can I help-"
" He was here first." she recalled to the man.
" Ladies first." he said, and she finally looked over at him. He grinned, and she grinned back. Nobody has really said that to her, besides Tony, in a joking manner.
" Well, I would like a copy of the record, Abbey Road, do you have any at the moment?"
" I would like a copy too," he grinned. Wynne thought that was odd, but then she realized that she and this guy had good music taste.

So the guy nods and heads back to the room to looks for the records. The gentleman sighs after looking at the room he entered and looks at her with only his eyes, " Hmmm, looks like we may be here for a while, seeing how that room is full of bins with endless amounts of records. Christ, I hope they're labeled..."

" So you like the Beatles, huh?" the words slipped out of her mouth with no thought. She paused, thinking about what she had just said.
" Yeah, I love 'em." he says looking at her, " They're fantastic, do you have a favorite song?"
" I love yesterday....I personally find any song with an acoustic guitar very alluring."
" What about a song with a good rhythm? Do you like drums?"
" Hmm...it depends."
" It depends? On What?"
" On the rhythm and who's playing it! I play the cello. But my brother is teaching me how to play the piano. Ugh, I hate it. Too boring and it's not fun to play flats. But, my brother plays the piano like a professional. I don't understand him sometimes..."
" Having a cello must be a pain to carry around all the time; it's gigantic!"
" Yeah, a cello isn't good as far as portability goes, but it sure sounds beautiful."
He grins at her, nodding his head in agreement. She smirked, and naturally batted her blue eyes.

Then man comes out from the other room and places one copy on the counter, " Alright, bad news. It looks as if we have only one copy of Abbey Road."

Wynne's stomach dropped down to her pelvis and her face turned red as they both looked at each other as if saying, " What now?". Both of them had anguish for the record, and neither of them felt like they could give it up.

" Again, Ladies first," the boy said quietly, gesturing for her to pick up the record.
" Again, you were here first," she retorted.
" No no no, that doesn't matter. I'm not going to be an arse and take it. Go ahead, it's yours."
" No, you take it," she picks it up and gives it to him, " I'm not going to die if I don't have this record. I have millions at home that I can listen to, you take it."
" I can always borrow it from a friend, it's yours." He pushes the record at her.
" I'm not gonna buy it." Her throat got sore.
" I'm not taking no for an answer."
She sighed, " Can't we flip a coin?' He shakes his head.
" For Christ Sake," she pulls out ten pounds and slams it onto the counter.
Goddamn him for being so nice, Wynne thought. He gives her back the change, and she stuffs it into her back pocket.
She felt a little embarrassed, and she was a little pink in the face. She had never been in that sort of situation before, especially since this stranger let her take the record. He seems so nice, she thought. But he didn't make her feel the same way Peter did; where she instantly felt physically and emotionally weak, always blushing red as a beet and never even thinking. This was different.

" You can't be mad at me, are you?"
She grinned, " Thanks, stranger."
He grins back; he has the cutest smile, " My names Phil."
" Bronwyn...but you can call me Wynne." Wynne looked out the window, and there was Ella, impatiently waiting for her outside, " Wynne! I'm ready to go!"
" You've been nice...Phil, right?"
He nodded, leaning on the door and looking at her once again with his blue eyes, " Yeah. Enjoy that record, will ya? You owe me one."