Doctor Who: A Tale Of Two Humans (book one)

Chapter 9

John ran his hand through his messy hair and sighed looking through his closet, nothing seemed right! He had to make sure the outfit even though he kept telling himself that this was indeed not a date but just a meeting to give the girl back her picture. He looked over at the drawing getting distracted by it's glory. For someone who said they couldn't really see the mans face, she had drawn it in such detail, such beauty.... He never thought anyone could know him well enough to draw something like this but there it was, staring him in the face....he finally decided on a brown blazer with a gray shirt, jeans and covers putting on his glasses smiling and nodding as he took deep breaths walking to the door. It was a chilly day so he wrapped a scarf he had brought holding the picture a little closer. He shouldn't be doing this, he really really shouldn't....WHY WAS HE DOING THIS!? "Calm down Smith, it's only coffee nothing more only coffee" he said under his breath as he neared the shop. "Maybe she wouldn't show up...." he thought, and though that may have been a small relief, it actually made him frown but never the less he pushed open the door with a quiet "ping" of the bell over head scanning the crowded room until he saw a familiar gray beanie in the very back of the room. As he moved closer the rest of the small girl came into view, her little frame bent over a book, both her hands wrapped around a cup. He couldn't help but smile, her eyes where wide with focus on the words as if they may leap out at her. He stood by her chair for what seemed like forever, until he finally cleared his throat with a playful smirk as the small girl jumped and looked up at him, her cheeks turning a bubblegum pink and her smile slowly spreading at the sight of him, "H-hello!" She stammered through a small laugh that he couldn't help but return as he slid into the seat in front of her, he held in a dreamy sigh as she gently tucked a small strain of her chocolately hair behind her ear and places her cup on the table. She is clearly nervous and though he doesn't show it, so is he. He thought she looked stunning and began to hate the outfit he thought he so skillfully picked out unaware that the same thought was running through her mind as well.