"Ay, ay, mate--"

  ❝ Have I told you how       childish and distracting       you can be when       you're bored?❞

thedoctorwasme

The coffee shop's as crowded as it is on any average day, and in the midst of it stands the blonde, as per usual. For one surrounded by customers so early in the morning, Rose Tyler still manages to look somewhat chipper, a bright grin lighting up her features as she hands a steaming cardboard cup of coffee over to an exhausted looking man in a suit. If possible, her grin widens even further, stretching from ear to ear as she registers who the next customer is. John. She knows his name, but not because she's very well acquainted with him. It's only because it's the name she's been scribbling onto his coffee cup whenever he comes in for a drink, and his name only stands out because he'd been coming in here nearly daily for, oh-- three weeks, now. Not that she's been counting. But today, his expression is akin to one a weary office worker might wear; someone she's pretty sure he's not. Rose Tyler doesn't comment on that, merely because she doesn't know him enough to, instead working the cash register.

Of course, she obliges.

PUT A “◊” IN MY ASK FOR A STICKY NOTE LEFT ON YOUR FRIDGE IN THE MORNING BY MY MUSE.