𝕵𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝕷𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏 ¹

The winter breeze caressed your face, ruffling your silky hair; your bangs fell over your eyes. You looked beautiful for some reason. There was little snow left, and you walked along the busy London street, where many people were passing by.
You felt the cold seeping slightly through your jacket, but you didn't pay it any mind. A few blocks later, you saw a music store and went in, because you played guitar and wanted a new one.
You went in, tried out guitars, until the gaze of a boy dressed in a suit and a 'mop-top' haircut fell upon you.
You felt curious, but you let it go while you played some fingerpicking, testing the quality of a nice acoustic guitar.
A few minutes later, he approached you, and although his pride probably wouldn't let him appear vulnerable, he spoke with a trembling, and unexpectedly sweet voice, although you couldn't deny that this boy with a familiar face was cute, very cute.
"Hey... hi. I'm John... from The Beatles... you know me, I'm sure... Anyway... What's your name? Would you like to... I don't know, have a coffee, smoke a cigarette?"

Her brown bangs covered those pretty eyes, and you could only see a brief blush on her cheeks, and you didn't know if it was from the cold or from nerves, but you found it charming and decided to answer her.
Will you accept it? Answer John! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡