In The Eye of the Beholder
“Shite,” Theta rushes down the stairs, nearly tripping once or twice. First date in maybe a century and he’s late, and without any way to check how he looks. He wishes he could take a look in one of the many stores he passes. He can see the hyacinths he bought no problem! When the walk sign turns he’s forced to stop.
He looks down at himself and fidgets with his blue pinstripe suit. Is the maroon under it fine? Should he have gone for black instead? He goes up to a store window to fluff his hair, as if he’ll eventually be able to see himself if he just looks hard enough.
Theta startles, finding a woman next to him all of a sudden. He fretfully looks at his lack of reflection, and at the red haired woman. “I-I-I’m on my way to a blind date and-”
“Can’t check your reflection,” she nods. “That would drive me nuts–I’m Donna.”
“H-Hi Donna,” he swallows thickly. “D-Do I look okay?”
“Mm,” Donna reaches over and moves some hair around for him. “So, why can’t you see your reflection? Are you a vampire, ghost, genie?”
“Vampire,” Theta murmurs quietly. “It’s, uh, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been on a date.”
“I can imagine,” Donna snorts as she gives his lapels a good tug. “You been rotting away in a coffin somewhere–you’re nothin’ but skin and bones.”
“I was always like this, vampire or not, actually,” Theta murmurs. “So, what are you?”
“Just human, but I’ve met vampires before,” Donna shrugs and looks at him in the store window again (well, pretends to, anyway). “So, what’s your name?”
“Oh, have I not said? I’m sorry,” Theta laughs bashfully. “I’m Theta Sigma, from the Grecian clans.”
“Theta?” Donna looks at him, making her lovely hair catch in the breeze. “I’m Donna Noble–Martha’s friend.”
“Oh, Donna, of course!” Theta ruffles the hair Donna just fixed. “Yes, I’m so sorry!”
“Nice to meet you, Spacecase,” she smirks at him. “At least you’re early.”
“I, um, hope you like hyacinths,” he holds out the five flower bouquet straight from his garden.
“Thank you,” Donna accepts the bouquet with a sweet smile. “Do you want to get some lunch? We can sit away from the windows.”
Theta holds out his hand and grins when Donna slips her fingers between his.