That Girl (David Tennant Fanfic)

Chapter 2

For the next four weeks, David didn't think much about the girl - she was lost in the buziness of life, in filming and interviews, signing and showings. However she was always at the back or sides of his mind, smiling quietly and placing her Doc Martins on imaginary tables.

One chilling winter day in mid-January, David was pushing against a howling gale in a main street of London, after a particularly grueling interview with a loud and obnoxious TV presenter. She had laughed incessantly at everything he said, a shrill, piercing laugh; David shivered and pulled his coat closer around him. It started to spit and he groaned. His fingers were so numb he could barely hold his coat and his nose was so cold it felt like it would fall off. He glanced at his watch. An hour until the next interview. Time for a coffee. He pulled his hood over his messy hair in a vague attempt to disguise his famous features and turned into the nearest Costa.

Warm air swept over him like a loved one's breath. He smiled, relaxed, and let the smells of rich coffee and silky tea wash over him. David ordered a triple latte with cream - his favourite - and looked around for a seat in the sea of mummering, bobbing heads. It was lunch time and the place was bursting to the seams. His eyes fell on an empty table in the corner. Perfect. He sat down, sipped his coffee and stared out the window, his mind drifting back to the girl with the dirty blonde hair...

'Oops, sorry sir, didn't see you there, don't worry, we'll find a different table...' David was drawn back to the present with a snap by three tall, skinny girls bustling around his table. 'No, no, it's okay, I'm almost done anyway,' he said, putting down his cup. The girls smiled thankfully and sat down, placing bags and purses on the table. David made to stand but a flash of yellow under the table caught his eye. A pair of banana-coloured Doc Martins...

David looked up at the girl and pulled his hood off. She looked at him, shocked, and her two friends gaped at him.

'Oh my gosh!' Squealed one of them and pulled out her phone. 'Wait until Helen hears about this, she'll be so jealous...' The other giggled and started jabbering about David's eyes and hair. David ignored them and stared into the girl opposite him's eyes. They were a shade of pale hazel and her eyelashes were unusually pretty.

'Um, hi,' she said.

'Hi,' he replied slowly, 'Fancy meeting you again.' The girl looked confused and then understanding dawned. 'Oh, right,' she said, 'yeah, weird.' David nodded.

'How come you remember me?' She asked.

David went red.

'I've been thinking about you,' he blurted, and then mentally slapped himself. I've been thinking about you?! he thought, how much more creepy can you get?

The girl smiled cheekily and replied that she'd been thinking about him, too. David positively beamed.

'What's your name, then?' He asked boldly.

'Isabelle,' She replied, 'Isabelle Lobbe. And you must be... Christopher Eccleston?' She said, jokingly. They both laughed and David felt a warm glow inside him. Ten minutes later, they were laughing and chatting like old friends, her two companions gone to the shop next door. David glanced at his watch.

'Crikey!' He exclaimed, 'I've got five minutes to get to my next interview! I'm sorry, I've got to go, Isabelle,' he stood up and pulled on his coat.

She smiled. 'Call me Issy,'

David smiled back. As he hurried towards the next studio in the now driving rain, he felt the warm glow that had appeared earlier grow, and he thought what a nice name 'Issy' was.