Count your miles from the lightning, and rest your tired eyes

[guardsintheory]

In the Kashtta, Annie Cartwright is playing the piano, some jazzy ragtime number. It's still a little hesitant - she hasn't played since university, and she's having trouble remembering bits, but she's smiling and clearly having fun.

In the coffee shop, Rose Tyler is hiding from another spurt of rain, nursing a drink that only tastes mostly like

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[doneanddoner]

There's another person taking advantage of the break in the rainstorm, but she was planning on ducking in and out of buildings to quite literally get her errands done.

She's very determined when it comes to fulfilling her task. Which is why she doesn't even see Mat until she's almost on top of him.

"Oh! Hi."

[guardsintheory]

Mat is more than happy to be nearly run over by this particular tinygirl, as is evidenced by the big grin that spreads across his face before he leans down to kiss her. "Hey! Missed you, sweet stuff."

...Yes, it's cheesy. But Mat is perfectly capable of schmoopy cheese.

[doneanddoner]

Her glasses aren't on for once (therefore, less of a barrier and less likely to get squished back onto her nose), but her ponytail is pretty wet because someone left the house without an umbrella.

"Missed you too," she murmurs, soft and against his lips.

She may have to steal another kiss from him while she's there. It's convenient placement, after all.

[guardsintheory]

Mmm, Fredkisses. Oddly enough, he still feels weird when he realises he's kissing a girl (he had that with Rose, too), but he loves her, so it doesn't matter.

"I was just standing here," he says, shifting to wrap her up in his arms and rest his chin on her head, "staring at the Millennium Falcon and thinking how weird it is that a piece of my childhood is crash-landed in the park."

[doneanddoner]

Her smile comes easily, as easily as one might appear when she's being rather thoroughly hugged, and her arms slip down to rest underneath his.

"I've got a confession to make," she admits, quietly, her accent soft and slightly drawling.

"I've never actually seen those movies. I mean, I was a nerd, don't get me wrong, but I wasn't that kind of a nerd."

Fred's category fell mostly under the bookish-who-occasionally-partake-of-recreational-drugs type.