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Hey guys! I got mostly scenario 2, but also people asking if I could do both. Hmmm... Well the answer is maybe! I want to see where this chapter heads and see if I can incorporate a little of both. I'm sorry if I don't fulfill what you had in mind, but then again, I probably won't fulfill what's in my own mind. Thank you to Ittam the Great for her exceptional review. They worded it better than I did sadly, and got my reference! BLESS YOUR SOUL. BLESS-IT. Oh and if you get the time, check out CrazyBowtieGirl she's exceptional and I love her latest fic. Sorry, I just love the sweetie.
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The Doctor was at his booth as always, sipping his tea with eleven sugars and three dashes of milk, and no- he did not find that weird at all. No one talked to him, nor bothered him; he was just the man with the bowtie and big chin and dirty round glasses that she assumed stayed that way as he had a full mind and not a bother to care. She often found him glancing her way before turning back to his paper, but to be fair, she has been staring at the man ever since he walked in the little store. He was handsome, his chin adding to his strange attractiveness. She watched as he raised the brim of the mug to his lips for the fourth time, not that she was counting or anything, she felt compelled to figure this man out. Clara shook her head and turned back to the muffin tray in front of her, fixing the display so it was chocolate, banana, blueberry, coffee, and repeat.
She hummed in approval of her handiwork and wiped her hands on her half apron, just in time for Martha to come out and tell her to rearrange the muffins. Bloody hell.

Half an hour passed until the clock hit nine, and the waft of morning customers flooded the café as usual. Donna took her place at the counter and asked her to tend to the dishes, which resulted in a long groan from Clara and a chuckle from Donna.
"Must I Donna? I already work the morning shifts, and the afternoon, and the night-"
"Yah yah, you work a lot. And that's the point, you work not lounge. Now off with you, I can hear the dishes crying again."
Clara raised an eyebrow at the curvy red head in front of her "Crying?"
"Yes, and their saying- Clean us Clara, clean us! We are so dirty, almost as dirty as Rose when she's drunk"
Donna and Clara stared at each other for a moment, then burst out in a fit of laughs at the memory of Rose last night at the moving party last night.

"Come on! One more drink, after moving all those bloody boxes you'll need it."
Donna quirked an eyebrow at the flustered Clara whom still had to unpack all the boxes in her new apartment. The group of girls had gone down to the little bar across the street from her new home and downed a cocktail each. She was in no mood to get drunk, with all the stress of moving and all. But really, maybe it was just what she needed, so she rolled her eyes and lifted a shot to her upturned lips.

After a good twenty minutes they were all successfully drunk, well Rose was a bit more than that, having slipped an extra two shots in.
"Oh my god, look at him. He has such a nice..." Rose gestured to the guy across the room, wearing a suit and trench coat and bent down to pick up a pen looking object "Ass."
"Rose!" Clara giggled like a school girl at how upfront she was, Donna dropping her jaw comically and gasping.
"What? Can't a girl look?" She knew all too well that she was drunk and obviously checking the strangers bum out, but Rose really couldn't give a care. "I would take a slice of that boy any day."
Donna and Clara fell over in a fit of laughs "Oh- my- god!" They squealed between laughs.
"I'm going over there, see you ladies later." And with that, Rose left with a wink and sashayed over to the man. The pair of girls watched as she left with her lips connected to the man's, and fell to the floor in a fit of loud laughter and tears in their eyes.

The girls had just started to fade their laughter when Rose walked disheveled into the café, wearing the same outfit as the night before except adding a baggy dress shirt (a man's obviously) tucked into the black skirt.

Donna and Clara burst into harder laughter, racking their bodies with terrible squeals.
"Guyyss!" Rose stomped her foot at the pair of them, obviously annoyed with the new attention as the café residents turned to look at the ruckus.

The Doctor peered over his paper to see the small pretty brunette pick herself up from the ground and dust herself off, swiping off any traces of dirt from her small lacey blue dress and white waist apron. The dark blue dress showed her legs nicely, the Doctor noted as she ensued cleaning the counter after teasing the ragged girl, and left the Doctor wondering how she could look good in everything she wore- ever. He often watched the perky waitress, only talking to her once in his time in the store. But that one time had seen to won him over, as he couldn't take his eyes off her since. He came to the café every morning and gazed at the girl with the cute nose and determined attitude, but never talked to her, not since their first conversation.

"And what may I help you with, sir?"
The Doctor looked up to a beautiful brown haired girl, in her mid-twenties, and wearing a baggy grey jumper. She wasn't wearing an apron like she usually was; well she didn't usually work the register either. He found that it oddly suited her, just a sweater and jean shorts and messy bun. She looked casual and real and absolutely… Delectable. The Doctor realized he hadn't answered yet and shook himself out of his daze. "Uh yes, could I get a tea with eleven sugar and three dashes of cream-" the girl raised an eyebrow at him, smiling a smidge behind the counter.
"What?" he rocked on his feet, anxious from their first meeting.
"Eleven? If you're tired there's coffee, chap."
"I'm not tired though."

"It's not weird; it's just my preference of drink." He sighed, most baristas questioned his tastes.
"And what's wrong with weird? Still talking to you isn't I, Mr. Fancy tweed jacket and bowtie?" She winked up at him "That all?"
He smirked slightly at her cheek, enjoying the moment more and more "Maybe a soufflé, heard they were good here."
She seemed to brighten at that, her eyes lighting up with his words. "Well I would hope you heard so, as I make them."
"You do?"
She nodded giddily, obviously happy with the compliment and brought a small dish of brown desert from the display beside her. "The tea will be ready in just a mo', can I get your name?" the girl held the sharpie expectantly above a pad of paper, gazing at him from below her long lashes.
"The Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor."
She huffed and placed her hands on her waist "Well I can't except that, now can I? That's no proper name."
He shrugged and placed the correct amount of change on the counter as he already knew the amount and left her to go back to his booth with his soufflé. He really didn't want to leave, as he was enjoying her inquiries on his name. He never really liked when people asked who, but the words rested perfectly in his head when they came from her lips. But he knew she had a job to go to, and didn't feel like holding her from that, no matter how badly he wanted to.
He sat there for another two minutes, snacking on the very exceptional desert, when the pretty girl came over, placing a mug down on the table with his receipt underneath. The slip of paper caught his eye, it usually read 'The Doctor' as always, but this time the little eggshell square had an adorably written 'chin boy' and heart, and he grinned down at it, not knowing how much that little heart took hold of his.

He finished his cup of tea and continued on his half eaten soufflé, which he had bought every day since then. He secretly hoped she would serve him again, but she seemed quite devoted to baking and rearranging the store instead of serving strangers, which he understood but still kind of hoped that she would.
His receipt said 'Doctor' and was bare of any quickly drawn hearts, and his soufflé was almost gone. He leaned back in to the chair and continued his paper, losing himself in the 'Amy's advice column' as he usually did. In fact, he was so lost in it he didn't even notice pretty brown haired and blue dress wearing Clara pick up his mug and bowl and leaving a little note behind.

Clara took off her apron and hung it on the little knob in the kitchen, making sure she didn't get any flour on her dress. She was a bit jumpy though, she had finally built up the courage to leave the Doctor a note, and she wasn't sure if he had read it yet. I hope he doesn't, he'll probably laugh at me. Why would he even read it? He'll just throw it out! God, I'm an idiot. She was supposed to be signing out of her shift and waiting until noon for her next one, as Donna had taken the shift between them, but she stood at the corner of the door and peaked around the edge of the door into the shop. Her heart fluttered as her eyes lay onto the Doctor, him grinning and holding the little note between his forefinger and thumb. She quickly dashed out before he could see her with a shy smile and a wibbly wobbly heart.

The Doctor finished the article and went to place it in his jacket when a little slip of paper caught his eye. Setting his paper on the table and picking up the note.

"Enjoy the soufflé, bowtie boy? Put a little extra chocolate this time, just for you. I hope your appetite is as big as your chin; I'm making chocolate-banana and hazelnut tomorrow. You'll like the banana one; they're a great source of potassium."
-Clara O."
And beside her cute scrawl was a heart, perfectly drawn. The Doctor could feel his face stretching as a humongous grin spread across it, and he couldn't wait for tomorrow.