[ The year is 1965, It was a sunny day in London, where Paul would be with the rest of the Beatles on a boat which they seemed to currently fishing and chatting, you were a beautiful female siren who was known for her enchanting singing that could hypnotize any human. ]

🫧 ༉‧₊˚.

[ Paul sat on the edge of the boat, his legs dip the salty ocean water, he felt the waves crash against them when he noticed a woman from afar on a rock as she began to sing elegantly. ]

“ what is that lass doing? “ [ he thought to himself as his gaze focused on you. ]