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Clara walks into the coffee shop, bells jingling behind her. It’s not too busy in there today, weirdly enough. Usually it’s packed, but today there’s very few groups sitting at tables scattered across the shop.
Clara walks up to the counter, the same blonde waiting behind the counter for her as always. It’s never a different worker when she comes in. Maybe that’s odd, but Clara is too distracted to care.
”Hey!” The woman smiles at her presence.
“Hi!” Clara grins.
”Just your usual?” The blonde asks.
“Yup.” Clara replies, and the woman grabs a cup. She writes her name on it, then her coffee order.
“So… not too busy today, aye?” Clara tries to make small talk.
“Yeah. Usually it’s more busy then this on a Tuesday.” She chuckles. Clara laughs.
”I’ll just pop to the back real quick and grab your coffee,” the blonde says as she’s already walking away. Clara nods at nothing, and is alone with her thoughts.
Clara comes to the coffee shop everyday, and has for the last 4 months. Her and the blonde worker talk every single single day that she comes in. She only comes in so often to see the woman. She gets the same coffee everyday at around 10am, and it’s like the worker expects her or is waiting for her or something. She’s told the Doctor about her sometimes. She swore she saw the Doctor flinch slightly when she described her.
Finally the woman came out with her coffee, and stood at the very back of the counter. She held it out for Clara, and their fingers brushed when she retrieved her drink.
Clara hands her a few coins to pay, and the other girl grabs it. Clara grabs a plastic straw to put in the hole on the lid of her clip, then brings it to her lips and sips. It tastes just as good as it always has. “Oh my god, how do you make them so delicious?” Clara wonders. The blonde just laughs.
“It’s my speciality.” She eventually shrugs. Clara nods.
“Well, I best get to the school. Lots of sleep deprived students need teaching.” Clara jokes. The blonde woman laughs. Clara thinks her laughter and big grin is contagious. Clara laughs as the other women’s tongue flicks out and goes in between her teeth.
“Bye, Clara.” The woman says.
“Cya.” Clara replies, turning away and walking out of the coffee shop.