One of the lads whose hand has a ring on each finger waved at my face. He sighs. "She's still in shock, probably." As he turned to the person beside him who I bumped into earlier.

This man has chinky eyes which suits his face beautifully as he elbows someone to his right who has long and bushy eyebrows, didn't say anything "Of course she is. I mean, you probably didn't see us coming, eh?" He then turns to me for an answer but I couldn't muster a word. I stared at him dumbly and nodded. "I told you so." He grins.

I find it hard to say something the moment I saw John, Paul, George and Ringo right in front of me all of a sudden. When I finally regained my shock, I looked at them and stammered, "Wh-what are you all doing here?" "Thought I should be asking you that first." John replied. I lowered down my head in shame. "I... Got locked in this store, you see." Paul pats me in the shoulders, "Don't worry, love. We can get you out of here in no time." "No!" I exclaimed as I stopped him, quite surprised at myself in doing so. Paul raised his eyebrows, "No?" John snickers, clearly enjoying the scene and tells Paul, "Let her be. I mean, it's not like we get to have a visitor here everyday, right?"

So that's how I ended up eating dinner with the Fab Four themselves.

We were on the floor, munching on goodies Ringo packed earlier as John tells the whole story. "The four of us were getting tired being cooped at the hotel like prisoners so we decided to find a place to stay and we found this." "The guys who owns this place were really considerate to let us stay here just as long no one finds about it. "Paul finished. "How about you? What's your story?" Ringo asked, turning to me. In return, I told them mine. I could see John and the others laughing heartedly while George gives me that smile of his, as if he's enjoying a private joke..

Apparently, they were serious about staying in the storage room for sanctuary.

John got a sleeping bag for them each, leaving me, the unexpected visitor without something to sleep in. That's when George spoke up. "She can have my sleeping bag, I'm not sleepy yet anyway." "What are you getting at?" John snickered. George shrugs. "Can't a lad be kind to a lady without any malice?" John looks at him and shakes his head. "Always the serious one, you are." George was right about one thing though. We're all too excited to sleep right away so we thought of doing something we'll regret the next day.