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"So, are we on a date?"
Yaz's question makes the Doctor freeze. They pick nervously at the table, the blue paint on their nails flaking off millimetre by millimetre.
"-Er, you tell me?"
Yaz frowns, her shift in emotions producing a cloud that covers the sun, hiding her brilliance.
"Its a simple question," she awkwardly shifts, "I'd like an answer please?"
The Doctor grimaces. Guilt and longing are all tangled up inside them, forming knots that tighten across their throat every time they try to speak.
"Doctor, look at me!"
A hand traverses the divide between them, her skin warm on the Doctor's own. Squeezing their hand, Yaz is almost glaring, her beautiful eyes tracking every flicker of nerves.
"I want to be on a date. Do you want to be?"
The Doctor opens their mouth to respond but before they can, a waitress strolls towards them.
"Hi, what can I get you?"
Seeing the Doctors still stuck on mute, Yasmin quickly jumps in.
"A latte, a decafe coffee, and a slice of almond cake."
The Doctor relaxes, feeling the pressure reduce as Yazmin focuses on the waiter. They know they'll need to make a decision, but for now...
For now they can just listen to Yasmin talk.
This lasts all of two seconds. The Doctor squeals in excitement when she finally registers the word "cake." 'There's cake here!!!'
"Wait, cake?"
They're tempted to pout now, they want cake too.
"Doctor," Yaz leans back, folding her arms and scolding magnificently, "Answer the question."
"I-" Again the words stumble and trip in their throat. They looks away from Yaz's beautiful face, so hopeful behind her policeman's mask.
'Wait, I know!'
Quick as a dash, the Doctor leaps to their feet and runs after the waitress.
"Sorry," they gasp, "Can I borrow your pad for a second?"
Finger trembling, the Doctor writes the most important question of all.
Yes.
Can we share the cake?