Tosh was staring at Owen. He was gorgeous. Owen seemed interested in everyone apart from her. He'd shagged Suzie, then had that thing with Gwen. Then Diane. He came into work each morning smelling of cheap liquor and a different scent of perfume. But that didn't stop Tosh from watching him.
Ianto was carrying around coffee. The delicious aroma filled his nostrils. As he wandered 'round the Hub, handing out the mugs, he saw Tosh. Sadness filled her eyes as she stared longingly at Owen. Owen was more interested in the rotting corpse he was dissecting.
Jack stared at his lover. Ianto's mind was somewhere else.
'What's up?'
'I was thinking about Tosh and Owen.'
'Maybe we should try our hand at match-making?'
Tosh wandered into the bar. She couldn't see Ianto anywhere. She'd found it really kind that he'd invited her out for drinks. As she looked around, she saw Owen. He waved. Suddenly, her stomach clenched. This was some wind up to embarrass her or... In all the time that she was thinking, Owen had made his way over to her.
'So, this was some kind of set up to get us on a date, huh' His voice was cheery and he was looking at Tosh like she was the most important person in the world. Before she had a chance to reply, his lips were on hers. It was love.