In despite of the messy students, planning classes, grading tests, Clara liked her job. She had to confess she needed a rest; this year has been a tough one, three shifts wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. She walked into class, just like everyday; and awaiting her, in the first desk, there was her favorite and best student: John Smith.

The period flew by as she would stare at him and wonder about the little note he had left in the back of his test. As the class ended and everyone had already left the room, Clara found herself surprised by a pair of brown eyes that could tell so much just from meeting hers.

"Have you thought about my question?" he asked mysterious as he always was.

"What question may I...ask?" even though John was pretty young and attractive, Clara was aware that they were still teacher and student. She chose her words carefully, things had to be kept pretty formal between them.

"The one I left on the back of the test: Would you like to time travel with me?" Clara thought a lot about it before and didn't come to a conclusion. She thought about sending him to the college psychologist or even say 'yes', jokingly; he didn't seem the type to have mental issues, though. John interrupted her thoughts handing a note and leaving.

All the directions and time were specified in the envelope that had his scent. His invitation to travel through time and space sounded more like a date. At the end of the letter it said in italics: I won't accept 'no' as an answer.

"Oh, he thinks he's the boss" Clara thought to herself, giggling, "I'll show him who's the boss".

Clara opened her agenda. It marked october 7th, written in a messy handwriting: date (?) with John. The skies were grey, as a common winter day. She tried her best to look as decent as possible to meet him. After numerous changes of clothing, she went with a red scottish skirt and a jacket.

The directions lead her there. An old bench in a park. "Wow, this seems like a good place to be raped" Clara spoke to herself a little bit frightened by the scenario she was in.

"Hello" a familiar voice spoke causing her to jump back into reality

"Ah, hello. You're pretty late, John"

"Nah you're just too early" he mumbled "I'm not John Smith, by the way, uh, shall we start again? Hello, i'm the Doctor

"What, why? No, who. Who are you?"

"I already said, I am the Doctor" he spoke more slowly than normal, like he was trying to teach spanish to an alien. "So I received a message, is your planet is being attacked by aliens?" the Doctor handed her a paper

"Why would you hand me a paper saying you like cuddling?"

"Uhm, nevermind, just psychic paper, well, give me that" the Doctor took the paper from Clara's hands "and no, I don't do lunatic stuff in bed, but you know what? it's never too late to try something new"

"What?"

"Like I said, psychic paper"

"So, what are we here for?" Clara asked a little bit annoyed by his mysteriousness

"The question is: what are you here for?"

"You told me to come here, remember?"

"I sent you an invitation, coming or not was your choice" the Doctor spoke very convicted of his acts "anyway, wanna see my ship?"

"Why?"

"Well, that's a first, normally they refuse of getting into such tiny b—"

"No why" Clara interrupted him "why did you send me an invitation, or whatever you call?"

"I am an old man, there is a long time I don't explore the galaxies, planets, stars... I thought, maybe, it was time to get into my old routine and then, I thought of you"

"What?" Clara spoke a little bit confused

"Come on, let me show you" the Doctor took Clara's hand gently and guided her into his ship.