Rose twirled around the room. Her grey-blue dress whispered gently around her knees as the Doctor spun her around with his fingertips. In her mind, there nothing quite like spending V-Day in London; especially when the Doctor was there. Even though one of the biggest crises in human history had been raging on just the day before, Rose was in the perfect state of mind for dancing. Not only was she dancing with the Doctor, but he had gone off on one of his adorable, nonsensical, timey-wimey rambles. If Rose hadn't been afraid to admit it, she just might have told him that she loved it when he rambled.
"—and then he said, 'Potatoes? What potatoes?' I replied to him quite snarkily, if I remember correctly. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating. Actually, I'm not. Anyways, you should see a Sontaran when they're mad. Funny-looking species, I tell you, especially when they go on about the glory of -"
"Doctor!" Rose burst into a fit of giggles. "We're dancing in a broken-down coffee shop in post-war London, and you're ranting on about Sontarans."
He flashed her a playful grin. "It makes me look good, don't you think?"
"Yeah, it really brings out the flawless hair, your rambling does." Rose stuck out her tongue.
"Hey!" The Doctor dipped her low to the floor, causing her shoulder-length blonde locks to fall towards gravity. "Dancing does wonders to your hair, Miss Tyler."
"Mhm?" Rose raised an eyebrow cockily as he brought her back up. "Someone's excited tonight, Mr. . . Doctor."
"You can call me Mr. Smith."
"Don't mind if I do, Mr. Smith."
The Doctor's grin widened and his brown eyes sparkled. "It's V-Day, I've got great hair, and I'm dancing with the most beautiful woman in all of time and space." He spun her around again before continuing in the fast-paced rhythm of the celebration dance. "Why wouldn't I be excited?"
Rose just laughed, the sound of her joy running wild through the afternoon London air, mixing with the millions of other victory cheers that spread across the city. She and the Doctor would be quite all right. They had the TARDIS, they had great hair, and they had each other; what more could they need?