Fancy A Night Cap?//tagged&open
It was late. Early, really, considering it was 2am on a Sunday morning now. Outside, the city of London was beginning to sleep, in preparation for a hangover the next morning. The Doctor had taken refuge in a late night café. He came here relatively often, and sat by the window quietly, drinking coffee, and sometimes talking to waitresses and patrons. Despite his young appearance, he was haggard, and thought of like an old man that came in once a week – strange, but harmless.
He sat sideways in his chair, watching the café. It was a relatively empty place, but there were people about. While generally he did not seek out company, he was feeling lonely, and wanted someone to speak to. That was why he came here.
Folding his arms on the back of the chair, he rested his chin on them and leaned over to speak to the person at the table beside his.
“Had a good night, love?” He asked. “It’s terribly cold out.”