Paul walked out of the restroom and back in the suite. He grabbed his guitar and after trying to play along some chords, he looked up. Ringo was playing cards by himself, while George tapped his pencil to his writing notebook. He took in the sight, and let out the sigh he'd been holding back on.

"I'm frustrated," he told them.

John looked up. "Sexually?" He questioned. He didn't wait for a reply, a grin on his lips. "Me too."

"Because you ain't getting any," Ringo replied without looking up from his game of cards. Paul noted how he the weight he'd had on his shoulder over heartbreak had seem to lessen. Had he moved on? Was he better?

"Whose bleedin' side are you on?" John shot him a look. Ringo shrugged a single shoulder and got up for a glass of water.

"No, it's not that," Paul said, putting a stop to whatever turn the conversation would take if he didn't stop it. "Clara quit the job she hates."

This took George's interest. "Good on her. We shouldn't spend too much time unhappy because we never truly know how much time we've got."

"Shut up, Buddha," John replied. Paul held back the words he wanted to say, the words at the back of his throat.

"Thanks, mate," he smiled, well knowing he didn't mean it as a compliment. "Buddha is a great inspiration to many people."

"Unlike others," Ringo chimed in.

"Anyway," Paul moved on. I told her I could help her pay a couple of things. She's declined twice now."

George tapped his chin. "May I suggest she doesn't want any help?"

"Ha-ha," John fake laughed. "The wise keeps coming."

"She said she was going to beg for her job back. I've called a couple of times. It's been days now, she hasn't gotten back to me," Paul told them. John put down his guitar and lit up a cigarette. 

"Clara is really too much work, y'know," he said. "First she doesn't talk to you after she finds out you were trying to shag her, which was definitely a compliment, and then she disappears."

"I'm telling your girl you said this, she'll make sure you don't get any anytime soon," George said.

"Hey, my girl is no trouble at all," he said. Ringo laughed at that. They shared a laugh and it was decided he had won the debate. "I got him there, didn't I? He can't say I'm in the wrong because then he'd be talking badly about his girls best friend."

As if finally remembering Paul had something to say, Ringo looked at him. "Go on."

"I dunno, I think she'll call you back. From the sound of it, she's developed feelings for you," George said. Paul stood up. He put the guitar down as the wheels in his head began to move. He was right.

George was right.

"I think I've waited too long to ask her out on a date," Paul said. 

"There ya go," he replied. Paul squeezed George's shoulder as he made out his way to the balcony and called Clara. If he could, he'd do it in person but he was too far to visit. The phone rang and rang, but Clara didn't answer.

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[ 10 more chapters and this story is over, whoopppp. What are your thoughts so far? Would you rather I wrote more chapters like these or chapters were they speak in a groupchat? ]