AN: there are no words that excuse my sloppy lack of updating so I won't lie but hope this makes up for it eager fans, so until next time xoxo..
Adam was right the pub is lovely in an old country way and it's refreshing for John not to find himself in one of those modern soulless chains. John repeats the order in his head trying not to forget the exact drink and meal that Rose wants, obviously she wants chips but she wants them with the chicken tikka massala and to John that just seems really weird because he's always put rice with curry. Some things are just supposed to be together.
"What can I get you love?" The busty barmaid asks.
His mind goes blank for a second. How many times did he rehearse his order on the way to the bar? "Well she'll have the tikka massala with chips and a Bacardi and coke, I on the other hand would like the..." He didn't pick anything for himself, would a little pub like this have cocktails? Does he want fish or steak? "The surf 'n' turf, with um..." now he's stuck because if he was going to have wine he would need two glasses as fish goes with white but a red would be better for the steak. The wine menu in a place like this would only be house red or white anyway, probably new world. The bar maid is growing impatient with him but there's too much in his head to make a decision. He scans the pumps looking for something to jump out and he sees the real ales with their silly names and pictures so he orders a pint of ale.
The barmaid smiles letting out a sigh that resembles a tyre with a puncture. "Is that it?"
He nods officially chuffed with being able to make it through the order, "For now." Rose will want afters but he'll face that minefield when he gets to it. He pays for the meal and is handed a metal stick with a number seven on it.
Rose is flipping a beer mat; John knows nervous energy when he sees it. Could it be possible that she's as nervous as he is? She takes her rum and coke noting that he remembered the ice and slice she'd asked for. "Thanks." She smiles.
"You're welcome," he smiles back. He's seen some amazing things over the ten live times he spent travelling but there are very few that are as beautiful as that smile on her face. He couldn't even capture it on paper in that book he kept the last time he was human. Not properly she was a dream then, an angel and here she is flesh and blood the very embodiment of the word tangible. "You're beautiful," he smiles putting it into words making her cheeks go red.
"Shut up," she blushes touching his arm.
He strokes the gold hair from her face so he can see her properly, "I mean it Rose you're beautiful." He smiles kissing her on her luscious lips tasting her cherry lip balm and drink. "I thought so since I saw you in the shop but it wouldn't have been fair to have said it knowing that I could never give you a normal life."
"I didn't want a normal life," she would have stayed with him forever if he had let her. Her feelings for him confuse her but something's as Sarah Jane said are worth having your heart broken for. "I just wanted to be with you."
"Now you can have both if you wanted," he smiles promising her the world and the stars hoping that she'll let him be her Doctor again. He wants to be the man that she can be proud.
"I want that," she smiles as she holds his hand.
Life should be made up of moments like this one and for all his adventures John's life hasn't had too many good days but this has to be his favourite. She is actually looking at him like he's the Doctor and it gives him a warm glow all over.
"Does this mean this is our first date?" He asks needing to hear her actually say it before he can afford to let his heart rule his head.