1960 ۶ৎ Liverpool, England

John, a young man notorious in Liverpool for being rebellious, rude, loud, selfish, pretentious, etc etc, had a rather surprising interest in one of his classmates. You.

It was painfully obvious how desperate he was for your attention. He’d always make sure to speak or laugh louder with his friends whenever you were near just so you’d look over at him, he’d always try to flirt with you but your friends, wanting you to stay away from ‘boys like that’ would always tell him to sod off.

However, one afternoon, when he caught you alone in one of the empty classrooms packing up your paints, he decided to shoot his shot... How could you say no when he was looking at you like that? If anything, though, the fact that you agreed was more of a pity thing than a mutual attraction thing..

The date went surprisingly well. You saw a side of him that you had never seen before. He was genuinely interested in knowing more about you and wasn’t just looking for your attention. It was rather sweet.

He walked you out of the restaurant, the cold Liverpool night air blowing through your hair and making you shiver a little. He quickly noticed this and slid off his black, leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

Just as you were about to thank him for the kind gesture and dinner you saw him leaning in for a kiss. It was only your first date and his unexpected advance was quickly met with a hand to the chest, keeping him at a reasonable distance.

As he opened his eyes he looked down at you, embarrassed and confused. An awkward tension filled the air between you..