Woo! I finally had the time to finish this chapter! Thank you so much for your patience and enjoy chapter 3!

John Smith had just finished his work for the day when he heard a knock coming from the front door. He silently hoped it wasn't another house call. Between teaching future physicians and checking up on his patients, his day was full of adventure and he wasn't keen on going to another one.

One thing he was looking forward to, however, was reading the letter he received. Clara had sent him another letter.

He had expected many things but a beautiful woman standing in front of his house was not one of them. "Miss Oswald," he stammered, surprised by her sudden arrival.

She granted him a warm smile. "I hope I'm not intruding and I apologise for not informing you of my arrival earlier-" she explained nervously.

John chuckled. "That's quite alright. I closed my practice half an hour ago. Please, come in."

He stepped aside and motioned her to come inside. "I'll just make us some tea-"

"That won't be necessary – I won't be here for long."

Clara glanced back at her driver and he nodded, preferring to wait outside.

He guided her to his office before motioning her to take a seat.

"So, what brings you here?"

"I'm not entirely sure if you've received my letter," she began before he produced it from his jacket pocket.

He placed the letter on the desk. "I just got it today, actually and was planning on reading it later in the evening."

Clara eyed the letter before she spoke once more. "I will be meeting him tomorrow."

John leaned back against his chair, waiting for her to continue.

"I still think it's a terrible idea – I'm not going to instantly fall for a man just because he's good looking or wealthy."

He couldn't help but smile, remembering how he used to be the same. "There's no need for you to tell me that – I felt the same way, but alas, here I am."

Clara furrowed her brows. "What are you suggesting?"

He shrugged casually, fiddling with his pencil. "Perhaps you should give him a chance?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, John knew he had made a mistake to even propose such a thing, to begin with.

"Absolutely not!" she growled. "How can you suggest such a thing, Mr "I felt the same way"!"

John gave her a silly grin. "It was worth a try and I was only half serious."

His visitor glared at him, but it soon faded into a smile. "You're terrible at it."

"At what?"

"Bantering."

He rolled his eyes and set the pencil aside. "I'm not into bantering. I hate it."

She didn't believe his statement, a smug look on her face. "So what do you call this, then?"

This time, it was the Doctor who growled. "Shut up."

Clara giggled in response. Eventually, he granted her a smile, unable to resist from acting silly.

John cleared his throat. "Do you at least know something about this person you're meeting?"

Clara pursed her lips. "Apparently, the man goes by the name of John Foreman, heir to a railway company."

"Ah, it all makes sense now."

"I think father mentioned something about him residing in York but does have a house in London."

"And…"

She shook her head. "That is it. When I asked father to at least tell me a bit more about him, he told me I could find out when we meet."

He locked eyes with her. "I honestly don't have any other advice. You try to ignore him completely like I did but I doubt your father would be pleased."

"No, he would not. I have half a mind to pretend to be sick tomorrow," she confessed, grinning.

"Only to have the meeting postponed. You're going to have to eventually meet him at some point. You might as well just get over with."

"That's the weird part of this whole meeting. My father said he was fine I didn't like him, but he wanted us to remain friends," she explained. The voice at the back of her mind knew why but she ignored it.

John knew exactly what her father was up to. He was trying to match-make the two.

Clara took a quick glance out the window and realised it was getting dark. "Anyway, it's best that I return home. Thank you, Doctor," she said and rose from her seat.

"Thank you for being wonderful company. I look forward to hearing all about your endeavour tomorrow, Clara Oswald," he answered and took her hand before giving a quick kiss.

Clara was sure her knees were going to give up on her when John's lips made contact with her skin, but she was thankful they didn't. Suppressing the urge to grin foolishly, she gave him a smile.

"I will write to you as soon as it is over or perhaps make another unannounced visit."

The Doctor finally let go of her hand, but he was silent. While he giving out the impression of a calm man, internally, he was panicking. Why on earth did he kiss her hand? He wasn't the type to be physical to begin with and yet, here he was, an old man flirting with a much younger woman. What was even stranger, was the funny feeling in his stomach.

"I… I look forward to either one," he replied, his voice hoarse.

As soon as the carriage left, he shut the door and let out a sigh of relief. What has gotten into him? He had a vague idea of course but refused to believe him.

"Don't be ridiculous. She doesn't fancy you. She's just seeking advice and friendship," he kept telling himself but the more he said it, the harder it was to believe it.

John looked out the window, admiring the countryside as the train travels past it at high speed. He had his arms cross and a frown on his face.

"You don't seem particularly happy today," Harold commented, setting aside the newspaper.

The young man eyed his cousin. "The more I think about, the less I'm convinced I will be interested in this woman. How do you know what she's like if everything that's been said about her is said by her father?"

Harold gave him a sarcastic smile. "Well, that's the reason why we're on our way to meet her."

"There's a high probability it won't go well and if that's the case, I will travel back to York."

His cousin rolled his eyes, reaching for the newspaper. "Very well, cousin dearest."

A thought then occurred to him. Looking up from his newspaper, he said, "Supposing the meeting goes well, and you fancy this girl, what happens then?"

"Then I'll call her the Impossible Girl and will stop at nothing to marry her. And that is with a big 'IF'!"

Harold grinned widely. "Are you willing to bet on the chances of that? The universe can work in strange ways."

John frowned. "Why are you so keen that I like this girl?"

He shrugged innocently. "It will be a nice change of scenery. I always hear stories of how one meeting after another that goes awry."

It would benefit the family too – two of the largest railway companies joined as one. Who wouldn't be tempted at such a thing?

"Remember back when I asked you to taste that one chocolate you thought you hated when you were younger? Well, how would know she's not your 'Impossible Girl' if you've never met her?"

Harold did have a point, but John was still wary. If anything, the match-making plan his cousin and the girl's father came up with is just wasting everybody's time, including his.