allrightfine:

She’s shaking out the third sugar packet into her cup when the Doctor actually begins to tap his foot. She ignores it, going back for the milk, but he shoves his wrist under nose and tells her if he needed a watch, it would be right there and it would say they’re late.

“I’m almost done! Let me just add one more thing.”

He practically groans when she reaches for another wooden stirrer.

“Honestly, I don’t understand why you even need to add anything to your coffee. It’s perfect, just as it is. Like Bridget Jones, but a beverage. You’re the one that made me watch that awful movie, you should at least appreciate the sentiment.”

Rose uses a napkin to wipe up the mess she’s made, grabbing a cup sleeve before turning for the door.

She thinks better of leaving at the last second, momentarily ignoring the Doctor as she marches back to the counter.

“Tall coffee, black.”

She’s still not said anything to him by the time her new order comes up. She hands it to him and he takes it nervously.

“Drink that.”

The Doctor takes a long swig, his face contorting as some of the coffee dribbles out of his mouth.

“This is disgusting!” he says around what remains of the drink.

“That is what coffee tastes like. If you’d stop winking at the barista, that is what you would be served. Now come on.”

She waits until they’re back in the TARDIS, the Doctor clawing as his tongue, to explain about decaf.