August 13th, 1963

Ringo walked around the park, glancing at the people all around. That’s when his eyes stumbled upon you.

You sat on a bench, looking up at the clouds in the sky. You had just recently moved from another country to England. Something you were always embarrassed to admit was that you still couldn’t speak good English. You had trouble understanding it and talking in it.

Ringo thought you were pretty and wanted to start a conversation with you. He was guessing you’d reject him in the end, but it was worth a shot.