Clara Oswald sat at the table in the small café, her finger tapping insistently against the wood as she stared out the window.
The Doctor looked up from the newspaper he was skimming through and ran a hand through his short grey hair with a loud sigh.
"What is wrong with you now?" He huffed, resisting the urge to grab her hand and stopping her fingers from drumming.
"Nothing," Clara bit her lip, her fingers beginning to tap faster of their own accord.
"Clara Oswald, will you stop looking at your phone like it's going to explode!" The Doctor burst out in exasperation.
"You don't understand!" Clara hissed back, snatching her phone out of his reach and staring at it forlornly. "He opened it and didn't reply."
"What?" The Doctor frowned so hard his eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Have you lost your mind or have I?
"He opened my Snapchat and didn't reply, Doctor, do you know what this means!" Clara burst out, drawing the attention of some disgruntled customers.
"That he doesn't like you," The Doctor shrugged. "Don't ask me, Clara, I'm not up to date with all this new-fangled nonsense. I don't even know what a Chapsnat is. Who is 'he' anyway?"
"Strax!" Clara exploded with annoyance. "We're supposed to be friends. I sent him the funniest face I could make and he didn't even bother to- Oh. Oh my God."
"What?" The Doctor sat up a little straighter, starting to feel concerned. Clara was white as a ghost and looked fit to faint. "What is it, Clara?"
Clara Oswald looked up at the Doctor, trembling in terror as she choked out her reply.
"He screenshotted."