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pinkandyellow (pinkandyellow) wrote in silverage,

Rose exited the small cafe, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. She stepped to the side and leaned against the wall so that she could remove the cap and blow air on the hot liquid to cool it down. It had taken her forever to find a decent cuppa and even then the little bistro, nestled between a hardware store and an Italian restaurant, was still well out of her way. She had only found it by chance. A sudden downpour that had forced her inside one June afternoon, once again delaying her mad search for the Doctor and Jack. She tried to go back when she could, having yet to find another establishment that held the same satisfying quality, but her visits were rare, usually saved for the odd day off.

It was the sound of a car horn, followed by the screeching noise of a quick stop that broke Rose's gaze. Her eyes drifting from the tea she had been staring into and darting toward the busy street. The driver looked perplexed, and cars honked annoyingly from behind him, wishing for him to move on and to resume the proper flow of traffic. Strange, but nothing that would explain why he had stopped in the first place. Her eyes searched the area curiously, stopping when she caught a glimpse of an ally across the way. There was a young woman slumped against the wall. From a distance, it was easy to tell that she didn't look like the typical New Yorker. Her frazzled appearance, something that Rose had seen far too many times before, spoke of someone who hadn't expected to find herself in New York at all.

Rose watched her a moment longer before making a snappy decision. She looked both ways before crossing the street, making sure to watch the woman's movements as she exited the alley. It probably wasn't the smartest decision, but Rose could only think of her own strange arrival in New York. She, of course, had some experience with time travel. But even then, without the Doctor to guide her or the TARDIS to escape to, things had been confusing. Overwhelming, really. She had been forced to figure everything out on her own. She didn't see why that had to be the case here, so she rushed to catch up to her, waiting until she wasn't too far behind so that she didn't have to shout down the sidewalk.

“Hey,” said Rose softly, getting the woman's attention with a gentle touch to the shoulder. “Sorry, just . . . Well, it looked like you might need this.” The cup of tea was held out in front of her, putting distance between her and the woman. She had done her best to come off as non-threatening as possible, but there was no way to predict how this stranger might react to her presence. “Just tea,” she added. “It's New York,” she rolled her eyes, “America. And my id says I'm not exactly in a position to buy anything stronger.” The drinking age was currently lower than most states but she still had no way to prove that she was over 18. Not when she wouldn't be born for another twenty-three years. Not that she was out to get drunk, mind you, but it would have been nice to have the option.