‘‘Doctor, are you sure this is a good idea?’‘ Clara asks, peeping her head from behind the TARDIS. The two of them had been following you for the last half an hour, since the Doctor had persuaded Clare to help him with this.
‘‘I mean, what are you going to do, just stalking her like a creep isn’t going to stop her from dating that guy,’‘ she mouths and nods to two people who are standing ten metres away. One of those people is you, who is smiling at a handsome boy who asked you on a date yesterday. Neither you or the boy knows that the Timelord and his other companion are staring at them from a distance.
The Doctor huffs and fixes his bowtie, his eyes never leaving the two of you.
‘‘I am not a creep,’‘ he mutters, glancing at Clara for a second.
‘‘And what does she even see in him? He isn’t even wearing a bowtie, so he isn’t cool…’‘
“my days end best when this sunset gets itself
behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side
it’s much less picturesque without her catching the light
the horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes”