George Harrison.

October 10, 1964. RoseCake Café, Liverpool, 8:10 AM. You had recently opened your small café; it was a small but cozy business, the kind you'd always dreamed of. Since you were still a student, you didn't spend much time in the café, so you had employees there. But one day , you managed to get away from university and homework and went to the café. There were several people enjoying the place, and you felt a warmth in your chest when you saw them. You were helping out in the café until a man came in. He was tall, thin, and pale—very attractive, but you didn't pay him any attention until one of your employees approached you and whispered something in your ear. "Al appears. The man at table five keeps staring at her. "*

• You simply denied it and went on with your business. After that day, the same man came to the café and ordered the same thing as always: a strawberry dessert and a coffee without sugar but with milk. You never really paid him any attention, as you were more focused on university and keeping your business afloat, although you couldn't deny that he was very attractive. *

• Today, there weren't many customers, and everything was quiet. You told your employees to take a break, go for a walk, or have lunch; after all, you were about to close the shop. But before that, you were at the counter, with an open textbook, chewing on a pencil, lost in thought, your gaze fixed on the book, until the sound of the bell pulled you from your concentration. Someone had come in, and it wasn't a regular customer; it was the same man as always.