Harry felt the blood rush to his cheeks and stepped back, trying to apologize to Donna for the extremely awkward situation.

He clenched the front of the robe together and crossed his legs underneath, ranting, "I'm sorry, I don't make a habit of walking around without clothes on, you've caught me at the worst possible time. I got locked out of my room, and I was eating breakfast, and I just turned around for a second, the chocolate croissant, and the next thing you know-"

Donna shook her head, still laughing. She turned around and started reaching across the desk and rifling through the box of keys.

"Well, which room is it then?"

Harry paused in his remorseful speech, confused why Donna was still here. She wasn't a hotel employee, and she certainly hadn't been staying here. He would have noticed. She also hadn't run away, despite the fact that a nearly-naked British lunatic was shouting at her about his breakfast. She was quite a woman to still be talking to him.

"Room 204, but if you don't work here you probably shouldn't be going through those keys."

Donna raised her eyebrows in a mock surprise, and reached for the key labeled 204. She held it out towards him.

"Well, it's either borrow the key or continue to stand here in your underwear. It's your choice, Harry."

Harry hesitated and reached out for the key, still holding his robe shut to prevent a repeat of the previous incidence.

"How do I know you won't report me for doing this?" He asked, slightly panicked.

"I think you'll find I'm easily persuaded by a good lunch. Although you did just eat breakfast, didn't you say? Although, I'd hate for you to get arrested for grand theft keyring. You may want to just hide away."

Harry sheepishly grinned. He backed up towards the stairs and began taking the first few steps.

"I suppose I could eat again. Even if it is my last meal," Harry joked. "Just give me a minute, I promise I'll wear clothes when I come down again."

Donna laughed again, and Harry could see a bright twinkle in her eye as she did so.

"I guess you'd better hurry up. A girl can only wait so long when she's just arrived in the city."

Harry raced back to his hotel room at a speed he didn't know he was capable of and unlocked the door with his key. He could hardly believe it, but he was fairly positive he'd just been asked out by a girl for the first time. And he'd already massively screwed up. It was sure to be an interesting day.

Alright, I need pants, I need pants, Harry thought, grabbing a pair of blue jeans from his chest of drawers. He threw on a Johnny Rotten T-Shirt and looked for his old leather jacket to match. It's a bit small, but if I'm going on a date, I need to look somewhat cool.

Slipping on his shoes, Harry stopped in front of the mirror to look at himself once more. Slightly less like a banker, Harry thought, Should I wear it?

He then asked himself the question he asked every time he got dressed in the morning. Would my father hate it? Yes.

He ran his fingers through his hair, teasing it slightly to make it look neat, but not too neat- that would make it seem like he was trying to hard.

What am I doing? She told me to hurry! She might already be gone!

Harry grabbed his room key, as well as the borrowed spare, and shoved them in his pocket. Pacing around the room, he managed to find his wallet and promptly turned out the door, ready to return downstairs.

He must have taken the steps two at a time, possibly three, and he practically fell down the last set in his pursuit to get lunch.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, Donna Sheridan!" Harry stopped at the bottom of the staircase and saw Donna sitting on top of the desk, watching him. He finally took a moment to observe the woman he had agreed to go to lunch with, mostly out of the terrible awkwardness of him catching her potentially robbing a hotel, and her seeing him in his underwear. These weren't the typical situations that resulted in a date. But now, he wouldn't complain, because he don't think he would have ever worked up the courage to ask Donna out if he hadn't been asked first. She was wearing a long-sleeve, button-up dress that was decorated with all different bright colors. He had noticed how beautiful she was, but he hadn't noticed the smirk she constantly wore, or how she tilted her head ever so slightly, almost egging him on to go on an adventure. She was like a goddess, but he couldn't tell of what- intelligence? Mischief? Love? He needed to find out.

"I think the wait was well worth it, Harry Bright."

The pair exited the hotel on to the busy sidewalk together. Harry wasn't sure where he was supposed to be taking Donna, but figured walking towards the tourist-filled downtown area would be good, given that she had mentioned she was new to the city.

"So, what were you doing in the hotel?"

"I got off the train this morning, figured I'd find a place to stay. I was just as confused about the lack of staff as you were."

Harry nodded, accepting that she wasn't trying to rob the hotel, and he had just had an overactive imagination.

"A train? How'd you take a train for the States? At least, I assume that's where you're from."

Donna playfully elbowed him, bumping him slightly off the sidewalk. He laughed, and continued on. Internally, he was panicking over what this could mean.

"I'm originally from the US, but I've been studying at New College in London for the past few years. I actually just graduated. That's where I got on the train."

"You're joking! I'm from there!"

"Really? With your accent, I couldn't tell!" Donna laughed, and Harry quickly corrected himself.

"What I mean to say, is I'm originally from London. I completed my studies at Oxford, I'm at the Sorbonne now."

Donna didn't respond immediately, and Harry resumed his regular silence. She seemed to be following him, even though he wasn't sure where he was going. He made a second attempt at conversation.

"Would you like to eat anywhere? I've been staying here for a while, and I could recommend a few good brunch locations," he ventured.

Donna shifted the duffel bag she was carrying to the shoulder closest to Harry and nodded in his direction.

"If you've been staying here for a while, you sound like an excellent tour guide. Maybe you could take me to see a few sights first?"

This day just got a whole lot better, Harry internally smirked. At least, he thought it was internally.

"What's so funny?" Donna asked.

"What? Oh, nothing. I'd love to take you around!" Harry kicked himself for acting like an idiot. He hadn't been on a date in ages, likely nothing since that terrible double date in undergrad. It hadn't been his fault that Carol didn't think his choker and mullet were "romantic." He thought he had looked quite good, actually.

Donna uncomfortably shifted her bag again, as they crossed a boulevard towards the Eiffel Tower.

"Would you mind if I took your bag?"

Revealing that famous smirk once more, Donna questioned Harry's motives.

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Well, to be a gentleman, of course. And-" Harry hesitated, realizing he was about to put his foot in his mouth again.

"And what?"

Embarrassed, Harry muttered, "And it would leave your hand hanging free between us. Which would allow our hands to accidentally brush, and that means I could nonchalantly, very casually, take your hand into mine at some point while we were walking."

Donna stopped walking and looked at Harry.

"Or you could just ask to hold my hand, Harry."

He looked at her like a deer stuck in headlights and shrugged.

"Then can I hold your hand?"

"Absolutely."

Harry stood up straight, lifted his head, and held out his hand. Unexpectedly, a heavy weight fell in his hand and he nearly lost his balance.

"But you did ask to hold my bag first," Donna giggled.

Harry grinned, swung the bag onto his opposite shoulder, and took Donna's hand. While he initially fretted about whether his hand was too sweaty, or if she thought his hands were too soft for a man, Harry and Donna soon fell into a comfortable conversation. They traded stories back and forth- Harry, recognizing all the locations she discussed in London, found that she had adventured more in his home city in mere years than he had done in a lifetime.

"I wish I could seek adventure as well as you, Donna. I'm afraid living in Paris is my biggest adventure to date, and I didn't even choose to go on it."

They walked along the Seine River, pausing in front of the Eiffel Tower to sit and admire the magnificent structure.

"Harry, you shouldn't seek out adventures. You just need to be spontaneous enough to make memories. You'll find your adventures along the way."

Harry nodded, accepting her answer. Donna leaned towards him, resting her head on his shoulder. He felt his body stiffen at first, unsure of what to do next. But, Donna didn't even seem to notice how close they were, and he soon relaxed. They continued talking of any subject that came to mind, from politics to philosophy to even the Sex Pistols. Harry couldn't believe how comfortable he felt talking to her. Gone was his anxiety and hesitation. In its place was….something new. Something he hadn't felt before.

"So, Harry, ready for that lunch you promised me? I'm starting to get a bit hungry."

Donna lifted herself off the grass, and Harry felt a bit of loss when she pulled away. Widening his eyes, he looked up at her innocently.

"I don't recall promising you lunch, I quite remember it the other way around."

Donna offered her hand, and he eagerly grabbed it and allowed himself to be pulled up.

"Au contraire, monsieur Harry. I'm still deciding whether to call the police on you for key theft, and you have yet to fully establish yourself in my good graces."

"Well, I suppose if the morning we have spent together has not done it, it will take me quite some time to do so. Where are you staying in Paris?"

Donna shrugged and replied, "I'm leaving tomorrow, so I'll likely just get a hotel room for the night."

He took her hand and they began walking towards a few crowded cafés in the distance.

She's leaving tomorrow, he worried. She's going to leave.

Harry resolved himself, and said, "I believe you could just stay with me."

"Oh, dream on, Harry! Spend the night with a stranger I only met this morning?"

He squeezed her hand tightly and looked at Donna with great earnest.

"Donna, when I talk to you, I don't feel like we've ever been strangers. I feel like you've always been around, I just hadn't met you yet."

Swinging her arm back and forth, Donna began pulling Harry towards the Waterloo Café. Harry paled slightly, seeing how tacky and touristy the establishment looked.

"To consider your proposition, I think I'll need to eat first. Never make decisions on an empty stomach."

"Donna, I appreciate your enthusiasm for eating, but I'd be happier to take you somewhere a bit nicer-"

"Harry, I'm only in Paris for a day. I need the full experience."

There's no good reason to say no, Harry thought. He began putting together his argument, as a waiter dressed as the great French emperor himself led the couple to their table. What do I have to lose?