"Would you like anything else, Miss?" the waiter asked, breaking her out of her daze; she didn't realize he was there. The girl was ingénue, and had a unique glamour to her. She shook her head and he left her alone at her table, with only her cup of coffee to accompany her. The only reason she ordered it was so she wouldn't get kicked out of the café, she didn't intend on drinking any of it, it was just the cheapest thing on the menu.
There was a married couple at a table across from her she had been watching for the past ten minutes, waiting for the wife to put her bag down. The only reason she came to this ridiculously expensive café was because of the people who came to it, the opulent, seraglio, pretentious, and the ignorant. She knew the man that was sitting at the other table was, in fact, spending a great deal of money on hotels to have affairs in. The wife probably didn't know, so if money were to just vanish from her purse, maybe she would start questioning. Just then, the wife put her bag down and got up to go to the washroom. The girl decided to make her move, and got up from her table and walked over to were the husband was still sitting, and pretended to trip.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" the husband asked, she could hear that he was surprised.
"Yeah. Sorry, sir!" She said with as much ebullience as she could, while putting her hand into the man's wife's purse, searching for any loose change. "I just need to tie my shoe and I will be out of your way." She smiled at the man, but he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at his wife, who was approaching the table.
"Who is this, Richard?" the wife asked her husband, looking down where the girl was. "She's stealing from my bag!" the wife screamed, and the girl shot up and ran out of the café as fast as she could.
She ran down the street and hide behind one of the cars that was parked, trying to catch her breath before she made another run for it. Before she could run someone grabbed her by the arm. She turned her head slowly, and saw a tall man who looked very dulcet. He wore a purple tweed suit with a matching purple bowtie. He smiled at her.
"Hello!" he said like a very enthusiastic child. "You seem to have a whole lot of people looking for you, do you need some where to hide?"
"Who are you?" she asked while pulling her arm away, and pulled down her shirts sleeve that had risen up when she ran, trying to hide her scars. The man didn't seem to notice what she was doing.
"I'm The Doctor."
"Doctor…" she asked and expected him to finish his name, but he didn't look like he was going to.
"What's your name?" he asked instead, still very cheery.
"I—I'm Cecilia." His eyes lit up when she finished, like when a puppy gets excited.
"What a fantastic name," he told her. "It suits you well." Cecilia couldn't help but smile when he said that, she wasn't use to people being so kind to her. "Well, come on then, Cecilia. I have the perfect hiding spot."