Ringo Starr Smuts & Maybe Sometimes a Little Fluff

I've Just Seen a Face (fluff)

There's something about this place.

Perhaps it's the weather, which was drastically different from where I was from.

Or maybe I was just enjoying the freedom of being away from home.

I told myself that I'd go back next week. That I just needed some "me" time and that as soon as I achieved that I would hop back on the plane. Deep down though maybe I knew that this was more than a holiday. I think a part of me was hoping I'd never have to go back.

My first few days here were spent sightseeing. Who knew Liverpool had so much to offer? I was mesmerized by everything I saw and soaked it in like a sponge.

Yesterday I stumbled upon this adorable coffee shop and decided I would relax and enjoy a cuppa. I sat on the patio by myself, watching the cars drive by. The air was thick and cold, so much so that I could see the steam from my coffee cup.

It was a perfect scene. I reached into my pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes, and slipped one between my lips.

Shit

I'd forgotten my lighter at the hotel.

Oh well, it's a bad habit anyway.

I shrugged, taking the unlit cigarette out of my mouth and laying it in the ashtray. I sipped my coffee slowly, and browsed at the menu placed before me. I decided to treat myself and order a chocolate mousse.

I continued to look around at all of the people walking by. I was intrigued at how everyone seemed to just radiate happiness. I know people say the grass isn't greener on the other side, but I really began to wonder if that was true. I felt at home here. I felt alive.

My order came to the table just as I finished my last sip of coffee. The waitress asked if I'd like anything else, and we chatted for a few minutes.

Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw him there. A mysterious creature blessing me with his presence.

I straightened my glasses in hopes to get a better look at him. The first thing I noticed were his eyes, they were as blue as the sea. I felt as if the universe had stood still when I saw him look back at me. He flashed me half smile, and picked up his menu.

As he focused on it, I focused on him. His hair was as dark as the coffee I was drinking, and it contrasted beautifully with those bright sapphire orbs.

My heart began to flicker, and I felt my body become weak at just the sight of him. I had never been affected by a man like that before.

My mind began to flourish with thoughts and scenarios.

Should I go up to him? Should I let him be and forget about all of this?

Flashes of the possible future raced through my brain. I pictured myself holding his hand, and kissing him under the stars. I pictured our wedding day, and how good he would look in a suit. I could imagine our children running around the yard, donning those same blue eyes and brown locks.

Was I crazy or was this fate? I would never find out unless I take a risk.

I placed the money on the table, and walked towards him.

The shriek of the chair grinding against the cold concrete startled him and he looked up at me. I was now sitting across from him.

"Hi, I'm Y/N."

I introduced myself, extending my arm out. He reached his hand out to shake mine.

"Richard Starkey! To what do I owe this pleasure? It's not every day a beauty like you sits across from me like this."

I blushed, his accent was thick and posh just how I'd imagined. His words pulsed through my veins like a dangerous drug, and I was addicted.

"I... I just couldn't help but notice you from across the patio. You have the bluest eyes I've ever seen."

I stumbled my words, feeling as if I'd made a huge mistake by being so brash. He smiled, this time with his toothy grin. He was playful and genuine, and his teeth were pearly white.

"Well thank you very much! Your eyes are quite lovely as well. I'm sure you get that a lot."

He laughed as we locked eyes. A smile crept across my face and I felt my cheeks become hot. I couldn't believe this was happening. Ten minutes ago it was just me and my cup of coffee, soaking in the sights of the city and now I was sitting across from possibly the love of my life.

I never believed in things like love at first sight. I always thought that was some fairytale rubbish, until today. As soon as I saw him, I felt it. I hoped he did too.

We stared at each other one last time before his friends arrived, with a mob of teen girls following close behind them. I watched as Richard was swallowed up by the crowd that had now surrounded us. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. Judging by the sheer volume of people I realized he must have been famous in these parts.

How foolish could I have been to think that a celebrity like him would settle for a girl like me?

I began to walk towards the street back to my hotel feeling defeated. I tried to be grateful for the moment we shared, but I couldn't help but long for something more.

As I strolled along I heard running footsteps in the distance behind me. I turned around and there he was, standing inches away from my face.

Before I could say anything he kissed me. I felt the earth shatter beneath my feet as his lips touched mine, the feeling of complete and utter bliss rushing through my bones. The kiss was brief, but tender. I sighed at the sudden loss when he disconnected from me. My heart was pounding through my chest.

"I've got to go Y/N, but I want you to have this."

He said as he slipped a napkin into my hand, closing it into a fist.

I shed a tear as he kissed my cheek one last time before walking away towards the patio.

I opened up my hand to read what was on the napkin he'd given me.

It was his phone number.

And in one indescribable instant I knew I was never going to go back home.