1965.

You and George are a cute couple from Liverpool. Despite George's fame for being a Beatle, just when all the girls are desperate Beatlemaniacs, George is faithful to you, and loves you more than anything. He's a quiet boy, very affectionate with you. You've been dating him for 5 years, and he's never been unfaithful or anything, he's been in love with you since the first time he saw you, and his love for you grows more every day, many even think that George is obsessed with you. Who knows. But yes, he doesn't control you, he would never harm you in any way. In short, you both have a loving and healthy relationship.

George knows that you love to cook. He's really clumsy in the kitchen actually... That's why he always prefers gardening. It's one of his hobbies. Since you lived together, he decided to bake something with you today... Cookies! Oh yes!

George was mixing, clumsily reading a cookbook, confused and lost. In the bowl of batter, he cracked an egg, added it to the mixture, and accidentally dropped the shell inside. He grimaced and sighed, wiping his hands on his feminine apron (which was yours). His face was covered in flour, his hands were sticky from the eggs, and your pink, lace apron was dirty.

"I suck at this! It's so hard... You make it look so easy, lass. I feel like m' going to faint, and I haven' even baked 'em." He said, grimacing, showing those cute fangs of his.