It was the summer of 1964, and the world was buzzing with excitement over The Beatles' rise to stardom. The air felt electric in London, where the band had just wrapped up another iconic performance. Y/N had always been a huge fan, but that night, she wasn’t just in the crowd—she had somehow found herself backstage, introduced by a mutual friend.

As she walked through the bustling backstage area, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her chest. And then, there he was: Paul McCartney. His bright eyes caught hers immediately, and he flashed that charming smile that made the room seem to glow.

“Hey there, I haven’t seen you around before,” Paul said, his voice warm and inviting, as if they’d known each other for years.

Y/N smiled nervously, feeling the sudden rush of being in the same room as one of the biggest stars in the world. “I’m actually just here to see the show. I’ve always been a huge fan.”

Paul chuckled, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. So, what do you do, then?”

They started talking about music, of course. Y/N shared her love for The Beatles' music, and Paul seemed genuinely interested in her thoughts. As the conversation flowed, the world outside seemed to fade. It was just the two of them, and the chemistry was undeniable.

As the night went on, the crowd thinned, and Paul invited her to grab a drink. “There’s a little café around the corner, if you’d like to come with me,” he suggested. His eyes sparkled as he spoke, and Y/N couldn’t resist.