<Paul McCartney>

The Beatles are on tour, and since you’re the fifth Beatle, you’re, of course, there. Paul and you have always been close and got along well.

The five of you Beatles shared a hotel room that was big enough for all of you.

Paul once asked you about the idea of you two getting together romantically, and you laughed, finding it amusing. It’s not that you said “no”; you just thought it would be strange.

One day, you were making yourself breakfast in the kitchen. Ringo was sleeping, George had gone to spend time with your manager, and John was sitting in his room writing letters to his wife, Cynthia. So you were in the kitchen‑living area with Paul.

You couldn’t reach something — it was too high. You turned around and looked at Paul.

“Hey, could you get this for me?”

You asked, and he stood up, nodding. He started walking towards you in the kitchen.

“Of course.” He stopped halfway and shook his head. “Oh, wait. I’m not your boyfriend,” he said, returning to his place in the living room.

From the moment you found the idea of your relationship amusing, he started treating you in a stubborn way.