AU where the doctor is a human man named John Smith who meets a waitress named Clara in a coffee shop on a rainy day.  And they fall in love.. [WHOUFFALDI]

John Smith was a reserved man with very little friends and hardly any social skills. He mostly worked, spent time alone, and woke up to do it all over again. Nobody to love, nobody to hold; therefore, he was sad.

Despite the fact he was in his mid fifties, he was an incredibly attractive man with extraordinary fluffy silver hair. Slim but fit and tall. In his black suits and black sunglasses, he didn't realise he was a killer. John was clueless to his, which only made him even more attractive.

Although he thought himself to be just odd and quirky, one brunette woman makes him feel extraordinary. And it all started with a coffee shop.

Clara Oswald on the other hand was eccentric, young and beautiful. Her soft brown hair swept just above her shoulders, finge pushed off to the side and mostly staying tucked behind her ear while she worked. Although she was happy and healthy with wonderful friends who cared about her, she didn't have anybody to love or care for.

At a petite five foot two, she was a feisty young woman who wouldn't hesitate to bite your head off if you got out of line. But she was kind to everybody, seeing good in everyone until they proved her wrong.

Clara worked in a quaint little diner/café in London. Decorated with pastel colours and old timey furniture, everybody seemed to find the place adorable. She worked her ass off in that little place, running around all day, writing down orders and pouring coffee for the old men in the morning. But it was a slow day on a spring Wednesday that she met somebody that she couldn't seem to forget.

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It was a sunny day, that is, until it began raining while John walked down the street on his way back from work (he was a children's doctor). He ran to the closest shop he could find and quickly pushed himself through the doors. Inside, he found the place nearly deserted except for a young couple laughing at each other in a corner booth--sharing a milkshake--, and a short brunette woman at the front desk, doodling in her writing pad. She had not seemed to have seen him come in and he didn't really mind. John looked at her there and suddenly felt something in his stomach, almost a tingly, giddy feeling. He didn't think much of it and approached the woman, mumbling a soft 'hello' when he got close enough.

The woman fumbled with her pencil and quickly looked up at him with a nervous and embarrassed smile. "Oh, hello! Sorry didn't see you come in." She smiled--he was taken aback by how beautiful her dimple-filled smile was. "My name is Clara, could I get anything for you?" John could tell she was genuine, kind and goodhearted.

He smiled back, feeling himself grow suddenly bashful in the presence of Clara. "Uh, could I get a coffee with seven sugars and a muffin." John tried not to sound nervous, but he had to admit that he was.

She smiled back at him and nodded. "Sure, one second." Clara then disappeared behind a curtain that must have let to the kitchen. He heard some clattering and fumbling until She reappeared with two small plates: one with a blueberry muffin and one with his coffee. She set them on the bar, gesturing for him to sit infront of the plates. Clara leaned on the countertop in front of him as he sat down.

"How much?" he asked, looking through his wallet, searching for change.

Clara simply shrugged and chuckled, "Its on the house, think of it as a gift." she winked. John felt his face grow hot and prayed that it didn't show.

"Cheers." he replied with a smile before taking a sip of his coffee. "Names John, by the way."

"Nice name, John." she smiled.

"I suppose it is, thanks." John laughed.

"You must have a tooth for sweet things, don't you?" she giggled while he sipped.

John nearly choked on his coffee, "W-what?"

Clara giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. "Your coffee silly. Seven sugars? That's a lot of sugar, ya know?"

John quickly recovered from his misinterpreted innuendo and chuckled. "Yes, I suppose so."

"You sound Scottish." Clara said quickly.

"I am Scottish." he replied with a smirk.

"Why is a handsome Scottsmen like you doing in London, huh?" Clara said, leaning towards him a bit too much for it to be friendly.

John struggled to find words for a moment, surprised a gorgeous woman like Clara was actually flirting with him. "Uh, I live here actually, have for a few years." he took a small bite of his muffin before looking forward to look into her chocolate brown eyes.

"Interesting. So why are you here? I've never seen you here  and most of my customers are usuals, not normal for newbies to show up often." Clara asked, clearly not worried of sounding foolish or too forward. He could tell she was comfortable in her own skin and wasn't afraid to speak her mind.

"It's pouring out, lass. I had to get out of the downpour." he answered with a laugh.

Clara felt her cheeks grow red when he called her lass. She found it cute. "Oh, well I'm glad you came in here instead of some other little café. Then I wouldn't have met you, wouldn't that just be a damn shame." she giggled.

John laughed, "I suppose it would be." he glanced outside to see that the rain had stopped and decided it best to get back home before it started up again. "Well, it was nice meeting you, but I should get going. Have a nice afternoon, lass." he smiled before standing.

"Sir!" Clara called out before he could open the door.

"Yes?"

"Tell me you'll come back tomorrow."

"Wha-" he began until he was interrupted.

"Just come back tomorrow." she smiled. "I can make muffins all afternoon if you like."

He smiled back, somehow filled with this newfound joy. He felt like he was glowing. "Deal. See you tomorrow then." And then he was gone.

**

This sort of soft banter went on for a month until one day John came to that little café twice. He had came that morning before work but came back around eight o'clock, right before Clara had been closing up. It was rainy again as he made the ever familiar trip to that small café. She was shocked to see him as she flipped the sign on the front door to CLOSED, but happy all the same. He pouted innocently and Clara rolled her eyes before unlocking the door and letting John in. "What are you doing here so late?" she smiled. They were comfortable around each other by now after talking to each other nearly everyday for an hour or so. Clara let her hands go to his hair, ruffling the small bits of rain that had gathered in his silver curls. He smiled and pulled his head away from her playfully and shaking his hair himself.

"Just stopping by. I figured it would be nice to see you again today." John said, pulling off his black jacket and hanging it on the coat rack by the door. "I've never really talked to you outside of you serving me food, you know."

Clara looked up at him with a sweet smile, adoration shining in her eyes. "Me serving you food is the only way I'm allowed to talk to you during work, silly, so don't complain. "

John laughed, "I'm not saying I don't like it, but it's nice to see you outside of work."

Clara shrugged, "I suppose so." she said before walking over to the bar to sit on one of the blue stools. She patted the one beside her and began to spin. John walked over to sit beside her and held out a hand to grab her arm to stop her from spinning. Clara giggled as she came to a stop. John found every little thing she did absolutely adorable. From how she snorted sometimes when she laughed to her brevity.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Clara asked, pulling John out of his own thoughts. She smiled at him softly.

"Nothing, sorry." he smiled, sadness framing his lips.

Clara bumped her knee with his and put a soft hand on one of his rough ones. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, persay. Don't worry about it." he smiled again, politely moving his hand out from under hers as not to get himself too emotionally invested in her.

"Alright." Clara smiled at him again before kissing his cheek and standing up to start wiping up the counters. He stayed and helped her clean the diner for the next morning, waiting until she was done to leave. That night, he sat in bed and couldn't shake the feeling of her lips against his cheek out of his mind. He wondered what her lips would feel on his..

**

It had been nine months since they had met on the rainy spring Wednesday and the weather was changing as it always does. Snow began to coat the ground, leaving the café nearly empty everyday. Nobody wanted to venture out in the cold for a cup of coffee and a chat.

Clara found those days lonely. She figured that John wouldn't show up in the snow and she wouldn't blame him either. But he still arrived, covered in snow and wearing a smile when he walked in the front door. "Clara!" he called out when he saw her wiping a corner booth. Luckily, she was the only one working that day or else she would be in trouble for such pointless banter.

Clara smiled and walked over to him, throwing the rag she was using on her shoulder. She was surprised he showed up but flattered that he cared enough to stick to coming everyday unless previously discussed.

She waited until he was done hanging his layers of jumpers,  coats and jackets up to hug him. John was grateful that she was warm, unlike the weather outside.

When Clara pulled away, she spoke, "Why did you come today? It's practically a blizzard out!" she laughed.

John shrugged, "I dunno, I like coming here everyday, I guess." he grinned before putting a hand on her cheek for a moment and parting before pulling his hand away and sitting at the bar. "Muffin?"

"And coffee with seven sugars, I know, you wanker." Clara giggled and fetched him his usual. He paid for it most times now, he couldn't let her pay for him so much.

When she returned, she seemed oddly nervous, fidgety and hesitant to speak up. "You're acting different." John commented, sipping his coffee.

Clara looked up at him, smiling but sadness shining through. "What do you mean?"

"You're nervous, somehow different now. I dunno. What's wrong, lass?" She blushed at his nickname for her. Clara had a theory that he knew she liked him calling her that but she didn't read much into it.

"Uh, I have something to ask you, actually." Clara responded, biting her upper lip.

"Go ahead then, ask." he smiled.

"Promise me you won't think I'm childish." Clara glared at him.

"Yes, I promise. Now shoot." he urged on.

Clara waited a moment before blurting out the words. "WOULDYOULIKETOGOONADATEWITHME..." She said, hiding her face in he hands afterwards.

John laughed. He didn't laugh because he thought she was foolish to think he liked her, because he did like her. He really liked her. He might have even dared to say he loved her. "Of course, I would love to go on a date with you." he smiled.

Her eyes showed an ease and a softness then, happy that he said yes. "Dinner at my place Friday. Be there?" she offered a tender smile.

"How about dinner at my house instead, I'll cook for you for once and you can relax, have a glass of wine. Alright?"

Clara nodded. "Deal."

Before he left, he handed her a paper with his address on it and kissed her cheek daringly.

**

Friday night Clara wore a short black dress with a sweetheart neckline and a flared out skirt that fitted her curves perfectly. Her hair had been curled so it was now wavy and she put an extra effort on her make up for tonight.

When she arrived at his house, she was surprised to find it very clean, shiney and nice. He had an expensive home, equipped with the best technology and furniture. "Woah." she muttered when he escorted her inside. He only chuckled.

"I've always been good with money, that's why I have a nice home." he explained.

Clara analysed him while he took her through his house to the dining room. John was wearing a white button up with a waistcoat (which, although unusual, she found incredibly sexy) and black suit pants with converses to top it off. It was odd, quirky and a bit sexy, kinda like him.

When they walked into the dining room, Clara found that John had the dinner already prepared and it was ready to be eaten. "What'd you make?" Clara asked.

"A seasoned roast with green beans and baked potatoes. I also made a chocolate cake and bought red and white wine." he smiled, seeming proud of himself to have brought this all together.

Clara couldn't help but take his hand in hers and squeeze before releasing, just showing her affections and gratitude in a subtle way. "Thank you, could I have a glass of white?" Clara asked, sitting herself down by the roast. She smirked up at him, both of them sharing an unsaid joke about him serving her instead of it being the other way around for once.

"Yes, your majesty." John teased her. Clara playfully swatted his arm with a giggle. John laughed and handed her the glass of wine, letting his hand linger a bit longer than necessary when her finger tips met his.

They sat there in silence for a bit until Clara sighed. "Do you find this dull?" Clara asked, setting the wine down.

"Why? Do you?" John replied. Clara nodded. "Truthfully, yes. How about we go to the café, neither one of us serving the other, and we can talk. Does that sound good?" he smiled.

"Sounds fantastic." she replied, quickly pulling him up from his seat by holding his hand and yanking him out of the room. Once outside his house, they caught a cab and drove to the café.

Once they arrived, Clara unlocked the door and they settled in a corner booth after fetching a muffin. They left the lights off, the only light coming from the street lanterns outside of the café. They sat there beside each other, knees touching and hands brushing against hands under the table. Neither one of them seemed to have the courage to hold the others hand. But they were sorta content like that, sitting in the quiet café, away from everyone else.

They chatted, nibbling bits of the blueberry muffin every now and then. Laughter filled the air and after a partically long giggle-session, they sat in comfortable silence, a bright happiness surround the area around them.

Clara looked at him and smiled adoringly. "I really like you a lot, I think I may even love you." She admitted.

John blushed, grasping her hand in his and squeezing. "I think I love you, too." John looked down at his lap, trying to muster up the courage to kiss her but Clara read his mind, bringing a hand up to tilt his head forward, leaning in to press her lips tenderly against his.

John flushed deep pink and Clara giggled against his lips. "You flustered fool." she smiled before kissing him against, his time harder.

They stayed there that night until 1am, talking, kissing, laughing. And then when they parted ways, they promised to show up at the café that morning.

John walked home with the feeling of her lips against his burning on his lips and her hand held in his tingling his skin. He couldn't stop smiling.

Clara, on the other hand, smiled the whole way home, her stomach fluttering and lips red from kisses.

And it all started out in a little coffee shop in London..