it was 1966, and you were eating lunch with the rest of the beatles. everyone’s mood had been off today, and john seemed to be the obvious source for it. when he wasn’t happy, the rest of them typically weren’t, either.

you and john had kissed the night prior, and now he was avoiding you like the bloody plague. he seemed downright bitter. you didn’t know if that meant he didn’t enjoy it or not, but it was clear that something was wrong, and it made you anxious.