Of course David didn't want Rose to go. The thought of her away in New York brought back old painful memories. The whole thing scared him, the thought of losing her again was killing him inside but he wasn't going to be that sort of boyfriend that tells the girl he loves what to do either. Still he secretly wished she wouldn't go.
David covered his face and groaned as he sat at his desk. Blimey, he was tired. Ever since Martha left he had been taking up much of her workload and unfortunately it didn't leave him much time to sleep.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" He said sitting back in his chair.
His new intern Bill poked her head inside. "Am I late?"
He smirked. "No, you're right on time, Miss Potts."
David liked Bill. In some ways she reminded him of Amy.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she walked in. "Good, I hate being late," She rambled. "I keep telling Heather to make sure the alarm is set." Bill paused in thought. "I must drive her crazy," She looked at him. "Do you think that could drive a person crazy?"
He just shrugged. "No idea but don't worry I don't usually penalize my staff for being late."
She smiled but noticed David looking tired. "You alright?"
"Yeah." He replied.
Bill gave him a look. "No, you're not," She sat in a chair studying him. "You look like me after exams. What's wrong?"
David looked at her a minute as if debating something before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a star shaped, blue topaz ring, he moved and sat on the edge of the desk in front of her. "You see this?"
She nodded.
"Years ago I was going to give this to an amazing girl…" He started.
"Rose Tyler." Bill interjected.
He looked at her strangely. "How did you know that?"
She gave a sheepish look. "Well, I might've eavesdropped on a few conversations." Bill admitted.
"Seriously, people here are still talking about it?" He gawked.
Bill nodded. "Oh, yes," She replied then grinned. "It's better than a soap opera, really."
David groaned plopping into his chair. "I'm really going to have to get a T.V for the lounge."
"Why don't you just give it to her?" She asked.
"We're a bit old for promise rings." He smirked.
Bill scoffed. "Please, my grandmother got a promise ring on her eighty-seventh birthday. Besides you're not that old."
David looked at the ring and sighed. "Maybe not but I don't know if I even want it to be a promise ring when I give it to her. Maybe I want it to be something more."
"Like an engagement ring?" Bill asked excitedly.
"Perhaps," He admitted. "But with her leaving it just kind of heighten my old insecurities and I can't exactly compete with New York blokes." David muttered.
"Have you talked to her?" Bill asked.
"I can't," He said. "I don't want her to think I don't trust her nor do I want her think I'm trying to tell her what to do."
Just then the phone rang and David answered it. "Hello?"
"Hi!" He heard Rose's cheerful voice.
David grinned. He loved their morning phone calls. "Rose, hi," He replied. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I just missed you." She admitted.
He smiled. "I miss you, too."
"How's going it going?" Rose asked.
"Oh, just getting ready to train Bill, here." He replied.
"That's good." Rose said. Then her voice became flirty and shy. "I got your flower this morning."
He grinned. "I'm glad."
Rose sighed. "Well, I know you're busy so I won't bother you."
David scoffed. "Oh, you could never bother me, luv. I love hearing your voice." He said thoughtfully.
She giggled. "I'll see ya' later, yeah?"
He looked up as Bill was mouthing the words 'talk to her.'
He nodded. "Um, Rose I really need to talk to you…about something."
"Oh, what?" She asked.
David started to tell her but between Bill staring at him and suddenly feeling nervous he lost his nerve. "Nothing, it'll wait." He said softly.
"Okay, are you alright?" Rose asked concerned.
"Yeah just tired," He said. "I'll see ya' later, luv." David added.
Rose said bye and David hung up.
Bill looked at him shaking her head. "You chickened out."
He scowled. "I did not. I just don't need an audience." David sighed and stood. "Now come on, let's get started, shall we?"
Bill nodded and stood from her chair.
"You chickened out." She sang.
"Did not." He whined walking past her.
Bill just smirked and followed him out the door.