Day Thirty Who: Andy Gallagher and Rose Tyler What: Andy and Rose meet up for dinner When: Day 29, late evening Where: Cafe/Restaurant Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete
Andy wrung his hands nervously and twitched a little as he sat on the mattress in his room, watching the clock and checking his journal obsessively to see that his -- their -- plans were still in tact. It was all he could do not to fire up Moby Dick, but she'd probably smell it on him if he did and he's just gotten out of the shower; no point negating the work he'd already done to spruce up. When the digital clock on the dresser finally announced that it was a quarter til eight, Andy all but jumped up and bolted from his room.
Okay. He needed to chill out. Andy took a deep breath. It wasn't like this was a date, or anything, right? Just dinner and getting to know her a little better in person. That was all.
...so why was his heart pounding so hard he was worried it'd thump right out of his chest? He grumped about that silently as he bounded down the stairs of his residence building with his typical sort of energy and shoved the door open, and headed toward the restaurant.
"She's not gonna bite," he chastised himself.
Yeah, but she'll eat you for breakfast, Andy, he reminded himself, referencing what Doc had said.
He shook his head and entered the restaurant, painfully aware the he was still probably early. All he'd ask for was that she wasn't late, because then he'd freak out, assuming she'd changed her mind. Taking a deep breath, he headed over to the bar. If he wasn't allowing himself a toke, he was sure as hell gonna have a shot. That, he could cover easily enough. Surely the golem behind the bar would have a stick of gum if Andy asked for it...