Thought that I would see the sun by now... [locked to the Doctor]
Martha has done some shopping, mostly cheap decorations for the party tomorrow, but nevertheless when she enters the cafe, she has a few cloth bags in her hands (Martha bought grocery bags that can be reused to save the Earth from pollution, of course). It's even cuter from the inside... the cafe that is.
It doesn't quite look like it fits on the street it's on, but that's part of the reason it caught her eye in the first place.
She takes a seat by the window, orders food and drink for both her and the Doctor (hopefully, it'll arrive at the same time he does or shortly after), and then she sets her bags beside her, breathing in deeply. It's one of those calming breaths.
It isn't that she's riled up or nervous, but lately those little breaths are necessary. Just one second to breathe in and out, calmly, then move on as though grocery shopping and decorating and planning a party were really a normal she was familiar with anymore. The breathing's necessary to not let those this isn't who you are thoughts crowd up her head and keep her from doing something that is relaxing and fun with a definite lack in pain.
The drinks arrive first, of course. Two glasses of water. She sips from her glass, slowly, and tries to not want an Irish coffee instead.
It doesn't quite look like it fits on the street it's on, but that's part of the reason it caught her eye in the first place.
She takes a seat by the window, orders food and drink for both her and the Doctor (hopefully, it'll arrive at the same time he does or shortly after), and then she sets her bags beside her, breathing in deeply. It's one of those calming breaths.
It isn't that she's riled up or nervous, but lately those little breaths are necessary. Just one second to breathe in and out, calmly, then move on as though grocery shopping and decorating and planning a party were really a normal she was familiar with anymore. The breathing's necessary to not let those this isn't who you are thoughts crowd up her head and keep her from doing something that is relaxing and fun with a definite lack in pain.
The drinks arrive first, of course. Two glasses of water. She sips from her glass, slowly, and tries to not want an Irish coffee instead.