"The same again, love?" The mysterious, blond customer, known only as 'The Doctor' grinned as Yaz reached for the travel cup that had just been placed onto the counter.
"Yes please!"
She had turned up in her ancient blue VW campervan a few weeks ago and had started telling wild stories as soon as she had placed her outlandish and sugar filled order.
She told tales of single-handedly saving a remote Russian village from an unusually aggressive polar bear, guiding newly hatched turtles into the sea on some tropical paradise and other such amazing things, her faithful blue van taking her and sometimes some friends to wherever her heart desired. She called herself a traveller but Yaz thought she was really an adventurer.
At the moment she was travelling around Europe, with plans to take her rickety van down to Africa in a year or two.
She said she never stayed in one place for long, but Yaz wondered why the Doctor was staying so long in Sheffield of all places. Especially spending a lot of her time hanging around a tiny independent coffee shop owned by a retired bus driver and his nurse wife and staffed mainly by their grandson Ryan and Yaz herself.
It was now not unusual to find her leaning at the far end of the counter during quiet periods, chatting away to her and Ryan, and also Grace and Graham if either were present. During busy periods she took herself and her 'Starry Night' travel cup out of the way to sit in the corner and watch the customers as they flitted in and out with curiosity. But she always returned to the counter to fill her cup one last time before driving off in her campervan.
Now she occupied her usual space at the counter as Yaz turned to the machines to make the Doctor's coffee, chatting animatedly about seeing the summer solstice sunrise at Stonehenge and meeting the druids, pagans and the people of many faiths and none that were assembled there.
"That sounds amazing," said Yaz. "I've always wanted to travel, even just around Britain, but I've never had the time, or the money." She put the lid back onto the travel cup and pushed it across the wood towards the Doctor, sighing wistfully. "I'll do it someday." The Doctor gave her a sly smile.
"Do you think you could get a few weeks off from here?" she asked. "I can take you anywhere you want to go, and you needn't pay a penny."
"What?"
The Doctor inclined her head towards the blue van sitting innocuously outside the shop windows.
"Fancy a trip in the TARDIS?"