Galindo, the host who had seated the Doctor and Rose, could not stop talking about his family once the Doctor asked him how they were. It had been years since Galindo last saw the Doctor, having met him in his previous incarnation. Barcelona had once been a holiday destination spot for Time Lords, before they were wiped out in the Time Wars.
As the Doctor tried to steer Galindo to end his description of his fifth grandchild, he glanced toward where Rose was seated and noticed that she was deep in conversation with another man. At that moment, someone stood in front of the Doctor, blocking his sight and he tried to stand on the tip of his toes to look at Rose and her companion. The other man was stroking Rose's hand as he engaged her in conversation. Something inside the Doctor boiled over. How dare anyone try to take Rose away from him!
Rose couldn't see the Doctor or his mutinous expression, but tried to concentrate on Alberto's outrageous flirting. His hand began to trail up her arm as he complimented her on her beauty. "A woman like you," he was saying, "should not be left alone."
"I'm rarely alone," Rose replied flashing him a smile as she tried removing her arm from his grasp and sipped a bit more sangria, trying not to appear too nervous.
"I just don't mean the company," he said in reference to the Doctor. "I mean in other things. A woman like you needs something more…"
"Such as?" Rose asked. "You think you can offer me more?"
"There are things I can offer you," he whispered huskily in Rose's ear, "that would leave you breathless."
Under any other circumstances, Rose would have been intrigued. How long had it been since any male had blatantly propositioned her into anything? She sighed. Much too long, but despite Alberto's tempting allure, she wished it was someone else whispering those daring things to her. Regretfully, a part of her realized that her wish might never happen and that she might end up her days wishing for something that could never be. Alberto looked into Rose's eyes and leaned forward for a kiss. Rose took a deep breath, forcing herself not to look away and let her eyes flutter shut in anticipation.
It was at that moment when Rose felt herself hauled up by a strong grip on her arm. Her eyes snapped opened as the Doctor dragged her outside the restaurant. She had barely enough time to see Alberto look after her with a shocked expression on his face. Rose's head felt as though she was spinning, although she inwardly admitted to herself that half of that might be due to the sangria she was just sipping. Despite that fact, she was at a loss for the Doctor's reaction and reigned in her heels, freeing herself from the Doctor's grasp.
"What are you getting at?!" she cried forcing him to face her.
"What am I getting at?!" he shot right back, his eyes blazing in furry. "What are you getting at?! I leave you alone for one minute and you latch on to the first pretty boy that crosses your path!"
"What business is it of yours anyway who I latch on to?!" she shot right back. "You don't own me! You left, remember?"
"Oh, is that it?!" he cried. "I leave for a minute to say my goodbye to our host and you let yourself be pawned by hot pants in there!"
"Pawned?!" Rose asked incredulously. "You should talk! You go on and kiss me in front of all those people, practically maul me in front of everyone and you have the nerve to say Alberto pawned me!"
"It's Alberto now, is it?" the Doctor asked, practically spitting fire, ignoring what she said about him.
"Yes!" exclaimed Rose. "At least he didn't lead me on!"
"So you admit knowing what he was about then?" the Doctor questioned.
"At least I know what he was about, unlike some people!" she cried out.
Both the Doctor and Rose glared at each other with heated angry looks. It was as if an electric current crackled between them. The Doctor clenched his jaw and angrily combed a hand through his spiked up hair. He couldn't help but noticed that Rose seemed even more enticing and alluring in her anger. Her breasts pressed against her tight black shirt and were thrust upward as she crossed her arms over them in anger. The Doctor tried not to groan. Suddenly he pulled her towards him forcing her to look into his eyes.
"What do you want me to say?" he asked his voice steep with emotion. "Do you want me to admit that every waking moment of every single day I think of nothing more than wanting you? That I wonder what it would be like to taste you, to feel your skin against mine …The very thought of you tortures me."
Rose stood in shocked silence, her eyes wide in wonder. The Doctor's admission left her speechless, albeit her body's sudden need for him made her painfully aware of her growing arousal. They were still out in the street; the sun had started to settle. People walked by, some stared at them, but for the most part they were virtually ignored. Rose leaned into the Doctor and managed to find her voice in order to whispered, "Take me home."