In 1945 a small town cafe sat on the side of a well travelled road, its weathered white brick walls, with window trimming in a magnificent bright shade of turquoise, and a big brown door open to invite weary travellers in to take a break and enjoy some homemade food, and a warm cup of tea. The inside was decorated in all shades of turquoise, and white tables and chairs were scattered through out. There was a window seat as well, with bookshelves on either side of it, filled with fascinating books, with a little table that held a cup of tea and some scones.

A figure was sitting propped up amongst quite a few pillows, flipping through the pages of Animal Farm, which had just come out a few months before. Dressed in a red dress, she stood out amongst the white pillows, like a rose among daises. And someone noticed.

"Excuse me, miss."

A voice startled Clara out of studying the book looking for…who knows what with the Doctor. She looked up to see a tall man looking down at her smiling.

"I was wondering if you would like some more tea? I was going to get myself some coffee, and thought I had noticed your tea was empty, and a pretty girl like you should have someone to get it for her." Clara studied him for a moment, taking in his rugged looks, longer brown shaggy hair, blue eyes that looked into hers. He was handsome dressed up what looked like a very laid back army uniform, his eyebrows were raised in question, and you could tell he knew he was attractive, yet he still looked so hopeful and slightly unsure.

She smiled sweetly, "Thank you, I would love some more."

He grinned, eyes lighting up as he did a little mock bow accompanied with a wink. "I shall return shortly with your drink M'lady."

Clara laughed as he walked over to the counter. When he came back, she had moved some pillows and made room for him on the window seat. He handed her a steaming cup of tea, and sank into the seat, leaning against a pillow.

"So, pretty girl, you're from out of town, doing some travelling?"

Clara sipped her tea, eyebrows raising at this strange, handsome man. She swallowed, then replied. "I am, yes, how did you know? And..." She continued before he could answer, "It's Clara."

"Hello Miss Clara." He smirked, sticking out his hand. "I'm Bucky, and I come to this cafe every time I'm in this town and I know everyone who comes here." Clara accepted the handshake, allowing him to shake her hand a moment longer than necessary.

"Ah, so you saw someone new and had to get to know them, in case they'd be sticking around?"

"Quite the opposite actually."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well I couldn't not talk to you and run the risk of you not being here again and having a chance to meet you." He winked, making Clara laugh. "And I'm glad I didn't miss meeting you, your smile is like sunlight and your laughter like honey."

"Well now," Clara giggled, "You are quite the...I don't feel romantic is quite the right word. Possibly...quite the flirt." She raised an eyebrow, looking into his blue eyes.

Bucky gasped in mocked pain, placing his hand on his chest. "How you wound me M'lady, I am nothing but kind and sweet, there is no other side of me, I am merely being kind, my dashing looks are just interfering with your view of me, influencing you judgment."

"Sir, that is hardly the case. You're so called kind gestures are accompanied by sweet talk and are obviously meant to make me think highly of you. And while they are not unwanted, they are most definitely not just merely being kind and neighborly." She declared, a slight grin visible on her face.

Bucky threw back his head and laughed, then looked at her closely with and approving look on his face. "Clara, you are quite the smart one. You certainly have found my "hidden" motives, I am fascinated by you, and would like to het to know this smart, beautiful, and intriguing women more, how could I not want that?" He took her hand and leaned down and kissed the back of it, his eyes still on hers the whole time. "The question is, will you allow me to get to know you better?"

Clara blushed "Why of c..."

"CLARA!" The door of the cafe slammed open. "Clara where are you?!" The Doctor was yelling, then spotted her, and ran over. "Clara, there is a thing happening, I need you to come fix it!"

Bucky looked at Clara frowning, eyebrows raised, as Clara hid her face behind her hands. "Doctor!" she groaned. "I'm busy!"

"But a thing!" The Doctor said as the door opened again.

Another man ran in, calling, "Bucky! Something is going on, you'd better come quick!"

The Doctor turned to Clara. "SEE! Something is happening, Come on!"

Clara looked at Bucky, who shrugged, getting to his feet. He held his hand out to Clara. "Together M'lady?" He asked, making her smile.

"I suppose that is acceptable." She winked, allowing him to help her up, keeping hold of her hand even after she was up.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Clara, a thing is happening, we don't have time to deal with your...boyfriend, or whatever he is, COME ON!" He grabbed her free hand and started dragging her, which she in turn dragged Bucky with her.

"Come on Steve, let's go! He obviously knows where to go as well!" Bucky called, Steve sighed, and then followed them out into the street.