Rose couldn't deny it, she was in love with the Doctor and she always had been, ever since they first met. He was a man of incredible mystery back then, much more exciting than boring, old Mickey. This situation was like déjà vu. He looked the same, acted the same. He was still the same, a bit of a spazz but still a sweetheart. But, it seemed like these actions were just a farce. On the inside, he was a mystery waiting to be solved, and Rose Tyler was aching to solve that mystery. She wanted so badly to make him come out of the shell of his other self, but at the same time she wanted to keep him as that daft familiar man, the man she knew and loved so much, the man that saved her and the rest of the universe so many times.
My conflicted heart will be the death of me, she thought as she dressed.
She glanced in her parents' room as she walked by. Her dad lay spread-eagle across the bed, a symphony of snores playing as he slept, unaware of his wife's attempts to shush him. Rose passed by Tony's bedroom before she went downstairs. Her baby brother slept quietly, curled up in a little ball. Rose laughed quietly; not exactly "like father, like son." She came downstairs to watch the Doctor's spoon mosey its way through a lake of milk and Corn Flakes, their owner's mind elsewhere as he stared out the window.
"Hello again, Doctor!" Rose exclaimed as she sat down in front of him, snapping him out of his daydream.
"Oh! Um…hello to you too, Rose." She tried not to smirk at his reaction as she took a sip of her coffee.
"Doing anything today?"
"Yeah, I've got another round of job interviews, but tomorrow I'm free. Why do you ask?"
"Doctor, let's go on a date."