The Outsiders

“Excuse me,” she said quietly, preparing to dart out the bookstore doorway. Instead, he held the door open for her. “After you,” he said cordially.

She slipped past him quickly, glimpsing enough of his face to wish longingly.

Never gonna happen, she thought, tightening her TARDIS scarf around her neck.

One week later, another bookstore. She headed to a quiet seat for the poetry reading and she scanned the crowd on the way. She saw a familiar face and a familiar pull.

He saw her. “Bow ties are cool.” he winked and adjusted the scrap of cloth under his chin.

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