A/N Hi guys this is my first ever Fanfiction! I really can't spell and my grammar is terrible so I apologize in advance for any mistakes they are all mine.

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*DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN DOCTOR WHO OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS**I ALSO DON'T OWN 'COUNTING STARS' BY ONE REPUBLIC*

This is A coffee shop human AU

COUNTING STARS

Doctor's POV

As the rain came thrashing down on to the streets of London, everyone shut themselves indoors away from the constant rain fall. All except one. In the small town of Ashtead a man was walking down one of the few roads in hope of some shelter. The man in question is rather different from anyone you'd meet anywhere else he always wore tweede jackets and bowties and sometimes a fez to make him stand out even more! As he struggled against the wind he was beginning to lose all hope in finding warmth. That was until he saw a small shops light flicker about 50 feet from where he currently was. He started to pick up his pace a little which was hard as the wind was very persistent of him going in the other direction. When he reached the coffee shop known as the Rose and Crown he flung the door wide open and walked in. However being his clumsy self he didn't see the small step by the entrance and tripped over. He landed in a heap of failing limbs dripping rain water on the freshly polished tiles.

"OH my stars are you airtight?!"

A voice presumably the waitress asked him, her tone full of concern. However without looking up he replied to her, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine, good in fact Brilliant! Legs! Legs still work! Good. Arms, hands ooh fingers lots of fingers. Ears? Yes. Eyes two, Nose… well that's my dad's. Chin – blimey! Hair? NOT GOOD!" His face feel when he realised his normally 'cool' quiff had depleted and was now stuck to his forehead and hung over his eyes. The young waitress looked on in awe as this fully grown man sat on the floor attempting to restyle his hair, giggling slightly as the pained expression that adorned his face.

"What are you laughing at?" he questioned her, his barely visible eyebrows shot up into his soggy hair.

"Nothing you just look silly sat on the floor like that."

"Oh what's wrong with silly?"

Despite her comment he couldn't help but notice how pretty she was.

"Nothing still talking to you aren't I."

The doctor smiled as her small lips upturned into a smile or was it a smirk?

"What is your name?"

"Clara."

"Nice name Clara, should definitely keep it!"

And with that he got up and strode towards an unmarked scarlet door.

"Oi where are you going I thought we were just getting acquainted?"

"To the bathroom! To sort out my hair isn't it obvious!"

He pushed his way through the door with a flourish in need of a mirror.

"AH HA A mirror!" The doctor started haphazardly combing through his hair with a brush he found in his pocket, along with a Barbie Doll?

"This is never going to work while it's still wet!"

He slumped up against the sinks for precisely 3 minutes and 11 seconds until he spotted a hand dryer by the door.

"Yes!" he jumped up and walked straight over in one stride only to find that it was in fact out of order!

"WHY!" and that was the moment when his face lit up with a childish grin and proceeded to rifle through his seemingly endless pockets and pulling out a… screwdriver?!

Clara's POV

Still smiling to herself from the brief encounter with the man with the terrible dress sense she went around doing what she was doing before he entered the shop. This was absolutely nothing but sitting on the stool behind the vintage counter. Wednesdays were always slow but the fact that it was raining made it even slower with only one customer coming in all day. Suddenly the alarm on her phone started playing Carmen signalling that her cookies were ready to come out of the temperamental oven in the back. She placed them on a cooling rack for five minutes before arranging them neatly on a blue glass plate under the display case. After a loud bang came from the men's toilets she nocked four times and poked her head around the door asking if the man was okay.

"Yes, Yes I'm fine just fixed your hand dryer for you. May I have a cappuccino to go please?"

"Sure just give me one moment-"

"Doctor,"

"Doctor? Doctor who?"

"Dangerous question. Oh and Clara can I have a serving of fish fingers and custard to go as well?"

"umm we don't sell fish fingers and cust-, Fish fingers and custard!? Who eats that eww that's just eww."

"Try it sometimes will you it's delicious if you like it pop it on your menu. For me?"

And with that he strode out of the shop with a backwards glace at the waitress known as Clara, with his quiff straightened he ran out of the shop back towards his house. However he couldn't seem to shake Clara out of his head. So he made a mental note to revisit the Rose and Crown every Wednesday just to see Clara. And he did. Every Wednesday.

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