Sally Sparrow was happy. Not sad-happy. Just happy. She supposed that meant she wasn't thinking very deeply right now, but really, she couldn't care less. She had just met the Doctor: the man who gave her the information she needed to escape the weeping angels. Well, not exactly, but he helped. She was so happy. Happy enough that she didn't realise what she was doing. Her hand just sort of did it by itself. She didn't mean to hold Lawrence's Hand.

She didn't regret it, no, of course not, but she didn't like it either. Was it because she didn't like him? She didn't think so. She liked him very much. After all, they had owned a book shop together for almost a month now, and she certainly wouldn't make that kind of commitment for someone she didn't like. But that being said, Sally didn't love Lawrence. At least, she didn't think she did. Now, he looked down at their interlocked fingers, and smiled, giving her hand a little affectionate squeeze. Now, the pair of them were waving the Doctor off, hand in hand. And Sally Sparrow was to blame.

She was blushing a deep scarlet by the time they had walked back into their little book shop. Oh god, she thought, what on earth did I do that for? She took back her hand rather abruptly and looked anxiously at the floor, causing Lawrence to cock his head in confusion.

"Sally?" he started gingerly, "What's wrong?" She shook her head and turned up the corners of her lips to mask the tidal wave of thoughts whizzing through her mind.

"Nothing." she lied. Lawrence grinned.

"Okay, good," he paused as if trying to think of how to phrase something delicate before continuing, "Are we, um, together now?" Sally swallowed some dry saliva, and twiddled her thumbs awkwardly. Well, are you? A voice in her head asked maliciously. She sucked in a sharp breath.

"Er... no." she said with an apologetic expression etched into her usually jovial face. Lawrence's smile faltered.

"Uh, okay then, that's cool. But what was that before then?" he stammered.

"I'm sorry, Lawrence. I just... can't right now." she said.

"So... later then?" Lawrence asked hopefully.

She couldn't help but giggle. Lawrence was just like a lost, little puppy sometimes. It was really quite cute, she had to admit. She decided it was best to change the subject now, rather than say something that could put her in a messier situation, or make her feel any more guilty than she was now.

"I'm going to the shops. Anything you need?" she asked, walking over to the desk to pick up the brown eco-bag from behind it.

"Uh... tinned soup and... some sweets?" he replied. She nodded. It was a bit chilly outside, so she picked up her jacket from the back room where she slept and shrugged it on. She stepped out into the fresh air and shut the door behind her, before walking down the footpath. Once she had gone ten metres, she almost laughed at herself. Her and Lawrence's relationship was so strange. They owned a bookshop together; lived together; hell, she even shopped for the both of them. But they weren't together. He had asked her before, many times, but she had said no to all of them. "It's just a bookshop, nothing more.", she always had to remind him.

"Shopping for your boyfriend again?" Penny teased when Sally entered the corner shop. Penny owned the tiny grocery store, and had known Sally ever since she had moved into the area, about 6 years back.

"For the last time, Penny, Lawrence is not my boyfriend." Sally mock scolded her.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. I forgot You two are 'just friends' who own a shop, live together, have meals together, work together, blah, blah, blah." Penny joked, "So what can I get you today?"

Sally pointed to one of the rows of bread loaves behind the counter, "One of them please, and some other bits and pieces."

She ticked off items on her messily-written list as she took them off the shelves and balanced them in her arms. Penny bagged her bread and scanned the groceries for her, putting them in Sally's bag. Sally fumbled with her wallet, trying to find the right card, before handing it to Penny, and then taking it back when she had paid.

"So you'll be coming to the pictures on Saturday with us then?" Penny asked.

"Should do, if I don't have anything else on. I'll have to check my calendar, but I think so," Sally replied, taking her bag from the countertop, "Bye, Penny!" She waved as she exited, making the little bell on the door ring again.