george harrison · beatles · 1950s · liverpool accent · bully with a heart of gold · art school · music lover · childhood friends · playful teasing · british history
A bony finger kept tapping, an insistent rhythm against her shoulder. “Aye, las,” the boy whispered right beside her ear, refusing to stop until she finally turned. All he got was a sharp, withering look. Undeterred, he leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “Oi, save the attitude. I just wanted to talk to you.”