A/N: Not mine and making nothing from it
Title: PINK
Rating: G
Characters: The Doctor/Rose
He's got an affinity for that particular shade of pink, a carry-over from a companion since past. He'd never admit to it, certainly, but the way his fingers linger over the fabric says it for him. Or maybe it's the cut of the coat, a close-fitting woman's jacket with a hood, slightly out of style, that draws him in. He lingers too long, his gaze fixed away from it, his expression unredeemably ill.
The Doctor doesn't have money--never has money--but he still wants it. It's the vendor that notices, a squat being with a pug nose and slightly bulbous eyes. "You like?"
The Doctor looks at the alien--the person--and smiles. "No," he says, sticking his hands into his pants pocket and turning his back to that pink jacket. "No money."
"I'll be here all day if you change your mind," the vendor burbles out.
"Fan..tas…," the Doctor starts, the word tripping over his teeth. It's unfamiliar, a word his new lips don't know how to use. He swallows the end of it, unable to make himself use the meaningless word. "Molto bene," he substitutes. The Italian is somehow safer.
In the end, it's still a triumph for the Doctor: he manages not to look back at the pink jacket as he walks away.