A/N: Wow, two in one day! I know this one is kind of weird, I wasn't sure what to do. : ) Enjoy!

13: Temptation- A desire or craving for something; the incitement of desire or craving in somebody

The Doctor had been traveling alone, just a small adventure while everyone else was out or busy, when he decided to go for tea. Parking the TARDIS across the street, he sauntered into his favorite tea shop, located on Earth. He stood in line and waited for his turn to order. The wait wasn't long, as it was a Thursday afternoon, and he ordered his usual beverage.

"Just you today, Doctor? No friend?" the waitress, Lynda, asked. She was a short but sweet and pretty blonde girl that always worked on Thursdays. As he always went there on a Thursday, it was always Lynda that served him, and he had gotten on a first name basis with her over the many drinks he had ordered.

"Just me. Everyone was busy. You know how Thursday afternoons can be."

She smiled. She always enjoyed when the mysterious man stopped in. It gave her something to speculate and think about, and he always had a way of making her smile. He was such an odd man, always coming in with a different person. She'd seen friends of all varieties and personalities, and she'd come to think of the Doctor as The Man with Many Friends. She was starting to think he might know everyone in England.

"Lynda," the Doctor said thoughtfully, staring at something in the pastry case next to the counter. Hopefully there wasn't something atomically wrong with the cakes like the last time. "What do you think of those chocolate cookies?"

Okay, so everything was atomically okay. Thank goodness for that. "Oh, they're wonderful. Whenever I come in for work I have to go out of my way to not look at them." She leaned across the counter and whispered to him, "They're my temptation."

"You're temptation? Are they that good?"

"Better."

He contemplated the cookies for a few moments but was interrupted from making his decision by the sound of the waitress talking. "What's your temptation, Doctor?"

"My… temptation?" he asked, wrinkling his nose confusedly.

"Yes. Everyone has a temptation. Things like sweets and music and sports. So what's yours?"

The Doctor paused to think. He'd never thought of that before, was always too busy running around having adventures for something so simple to cross his mind. "Well… I suppose mine would be River."

"Rivers are quite nice, I've always liked to listen to them," she said, mistaking his meaning.

"Me too. I've got one at home, actually."

"Really? Which one? How close is it?"

"Song. And she's very close, always has been. Sometimes I think she's farther away than she actually is. She talks a good deal, but so do I, so I suppose I'm not one to judge."

Lynda had never heard anyone call a river 'she' before, and she'd also never heard of the river Song. Then again, she'd never met a man quite like the Doctor. Little did she know they were talking about two entirely different things. "So… it's your temptation, then, yeah? I've never heard anyone give that answer before, that's interesting."

"Oh yeah. She makes me want to buy flowers or take out her dancing or something." He smiled, thinking of his wife.

All the while Lynda had been looking at him like he had sprouted another head. Dancing with a river? Flowers? Was she missing something? Because this was the Doctor she was talking to, she decided it would be better not to ask.

"Add one of those cookies to my order, please, Lynda," he said happily, reminded of his River.

"Will do. Just give me a sec." She ducked below the counter to take a cookie from the display case and place it on a plate with his tea. "Here you go."

"Thanks!" He handed her a bunched up wad of money, not bothering to count it out, and walked over to a table to enjoy his snack and decide what kind of flowers to get for River.