A/N: Firstly, Ece! I had forgotten you followed me on here! Yes, I love Thasmin, and the characters individually! This new series is my favourite ever!
It's looking like there's going to be nine chapters and I promise there'll be a happy ending, but the characters might have to be a little sad first (I'm sorry!) Also just wanted to mention that I know Yaz' parents are OOC but otherwise it wouldn't fit (personally I think they would be fine with Yaz being queer and probably have more a problem with the Doctor being an alien than a girl if Thasmin were cannon!)
As always please leave a review to let me know what you do/don't like, and it really does make me write more sooner (I know compared to how I used to update things in a day or two in the past if I got quite a few comments, I now have loads of school work so it takes a little longer to find time, but the more I think you guys are enjoying it, the higher on my priority list it will be to do!)
Also whilst mentioning school, I have loads of deadlines for the 31st that I am not dong so well at getting the work done for (they're all really big projects for different subjects that all just happen to be due on the same day) so this is the last update till February

Yaz couldn't get the odd little shop out of her mind for days; after her first visit there she had gone home and presented her parents with the flowers, and her mum had made a big deal about them and presented them proudly in the living room to show off to her friends how lovely her children were that that would bring her flowers (leaving out the reason why Yaz had felt she needed to get them flowers).

Since Yaz had been home her parents had pretended like she hadn't told them about her sexuality; it was frustrating that they had just ignored this massive thing that she had told them, but at least it was better than the total rejection she had originally received.

Finally it was the weekend and Yaz had a break from work which had been full on since there was a footie tournament going on in town. She had been round the house all morning, doing various boring errands such as cleaning her room and doing laundry, and she decided that she deserved a proper break; without really thinking much she grabbed her shoes and jacket before heading out onto the street. Suddenly she found herself standing outside that same shop, with the odd blue sign swinging gently from above the door. She hesitated, she had instantly liked the Doctor when they first met, and she had invited her to pop in for a cup of tea sometime, so Yaz reasoned to herself that there was no harm in at least seeing if she was free.

Once again she found herself wandering down winding paths, bordered by hundreds of different plants, most of which towered over her. This time however she was following the sign hanging from the signpost by the door that was labled 'tea room' which she supposed must be the right place. Soon the walls of flowers and greenery were morphing into shelves of books and comfy seating scattered around with little tables next to them, presumably for tea.

As before there appeared to be no one around, but sitting on the counter here was another bell, identical to the one at the flower counter. Yaz smiled to herself, remembering the Doctor's reaction last time, she felt the temptation rising in her and before she could help herself she had rung the bell. This time the blonde woman popped out from a little side door that Yaz hadn't even noticed when she first entered.

"Hiya Yaz!" The Doctor called, smiling as she ambled over, pulling Yaz into a tight hug when she reached her. "And again with ringing the bell! Still you keep ringing them and I keep appearing so it must be working!" the Doctor continued to beam brightly at Yaz. "So, back for that cup of tea? I had hoped you wouldn't dally too much before coming back, I like you Yasmin Khan." Yaz wasn't entirely sure how to respond to this, but before she had time to worry about it the Doctor was dashing off again, calling to Yaz to make herself comfy where ever, and that she wouldn't be a minute.

When the Doctor returned, Yaz had settled herself in a large red armchair that was positioned in a little nook with a second armchair, that one covered in a blue plaid pattern, and between the two was a slightly battered wooden table. The Doctor placed a tray containing a large polka dot teapot, a small blue jug of milk, frog green sugar bowl, two mismatch mugs, and a plate of biscuits on the table.

Once the tea had brewed the Doctor carefully poured it into the mugs, leaving Yaz to add her own milk and sugar, she then settled herself in the opposite armchair with her own mug in one hand, and a custard cream in the other.

"So, what did you parents think of the flowers?" the Doctor asked, a slightly mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, Yaz laughed a little before telling her how they had pride of place in the house, and every time she walks past them she smiles to herself with the knowledge of the secret message they hold.

After describing how life has been since then, Yaz took the chance to inquire about the Doctor, she was curious how she ended up with this mishmash of different shops all rolled into one. The Doctor began to explain, something to do with her uncle, and some kind of bet; but soon the Doctor had gone on a complete tangent and was describing how you can calculate your exact location based on the stars, and that each one of those starts were millions of light-years away, each with their own unique solar systems, and planets so strange that they would baffle the likes of si-fi masterminds like H.G. Wells and Jules Verne. Then before Yaz knew it the Doctor was talking about different author's throughout history with such ease and familiarity that it was almost as if she knew them.

The Doctor carried on like this, flowing from one subject to the next, at first Yaz found it hard to follow the conversation but she was quickly enveloped in to the worlds the Doctor was talking about that she was able to understand with ease. She sat there listening to the Doctor, thinking how she could do this for hours. It wasn't until Yaz' phone rang that the Doctor paused for breath and Yaz, glancing at her phone saw that it had actually been hours and now her mum was calling her, probably to see where she was.

Yaz took the call, getting up and wandering slightly away from the Doctor, who she could still see in her peripheral and could tell that she was watching Yaz pace, whilst munching on another custard cream.

Once the her mum had hung up Yaz she returned to the Doctor,

"Thanks for the tea and the conversation, someone other than my parents, sister, or gobby footie fan to talk to was just what I needed today!" Yaz smiled, hugging the Doctor goodbye, who had already warned Yaz that she wouldn't accept any payment for the tea or biscuits, she was her guest no her customer.

"Well you're always welcome here, anytime you fancy a chat just pop in, there's not really any closing time cuz I live here too so don't worry if its late or anything!"

"Thanks" Yaz replied, laughing happily at the invitation back "I've got work most weekdays, but I usually have weekends off so if you don't mind me taking up your Sunday afternoons I'll definitely be back!" They hugged once more before Yaz was winding off down the path, waving goodbye to the Doctor as she went.