Rose sniffed as she looked out of the cab's window. She felt so embarrassed for her breakdown. It was completely uncalled for. Her mum was in the front seat, arguing with the driver about the weather. Jackie Tyler, one of the few women in the universe who could even argue about the weather.
"I don't even know how you get by in this weather. I mean, in England it's cold but it's not like Ice Age every bloody day" she stated.
"In Norway we don't mind, we are used to it" the cab driver patiently answered with his heavy accent for the fourth time.
"Oh Pete must be worried. He's my husband. He's taking care of my baby boy. He's so young. The baby I mean. His name is Tony. Would you like to see him?" she asked. She raised her voice. "Rose do you still have your mobile with you?"
"No, no, is ok" the driver hurried to say and then faked a smile. He stepped on the gas, the sooner she was done with that woman, the better.
Rose looked at the corner of her eye, to the man who was gazing outside to the cold glum sky. His eyes looked sad but not too much, as if he was still trying to maintain his dignity. Rose felt guilt start drowning her. It wasn't his fault. But she did not know who to blame.
She didn't feel shy towards him. He was the same man as ever, she could see that. Although she could she the spark of war gleaming in his eyes, like the ninth doctor's did. But she did not mind, she had fallen for that same spark the very first time. But still she couldn't face him as THE doctor/ In her eyes he was more of like a younger brother. Ugh, everything was so hard, when had she come to the stage where she couldn't even figure out her own feelings?
Nevertheless, she owed him an apology.
She reached for his hand, grabbed it and clutched it. When he turned his head, surprised, as Rose had disrupted his trail of thought, she smiled at him. Not a fake its-ok-im-sorry-i-was-mad smile, but a genuine smile. For a few seconds she saw hope glimmering through his eyes. And for a small tiny little second, he grinned.
She was not yet sure how she felt about him but she didn't hate him. Never. How could she ever hate the doctor, even a copy one? And especially, how could she ever hate a man with such great hair?