A/N: Sorry that this is so short. I just wanted Tosh with a date.
Disclaimer: I don't Own Torchwood. (Although I wish I did) I do however Own Derek.
Tosh glanced around the peculiar restaurant; it was so tacky and cheesy. It was not her kind of place, god, the Hub was more her kind of place than this. The man across the table from her was equally strange, and also not her type. She had met him in the supermarket when she had to buy the milk, as Ianto was in Barbados; he was in front of her in the queue that was about 40 miles long, they had got to talking and she learnt a lot about him, he was a computer technician, he read a lot, and he loved puzzles! He seemed like her perfect guy, so when he asked her out, she wasn't hesitant… but she wished she was.
He was so loud and crazy! He was racist, sexist and homophobic! He was the world's worst guy! She realized she'd been staring at him for way too long.
'Say something intelligent!' she thought. But instead she looked away and blushed. Her date, Derek, broke into a huge grin. His phone rang with the ringtone 'crazy frog' he smiled and danced to it a little then picked it up.
"Alright, Mate?" He stood up and turned to face the rest of the pathetic excuse for a restaurant. Tosh saw this as an opportunity. She picked up her coat and bag and quickly escaped. Derek put down the phone and turned back around. Tosh was gone.
"Babe?" Derek glanced around. "Toshiko?"
He sat down and sighed. "Every time. Every time!"
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