Supermarket AU

• • •

You'd think that at eight AM on a Saturday morning, a supermarket would be near deserted.

Well, guess again.

The moment the door opened the horde of elderly which had almost been camping in front of the shop since seven thirty barged in to do their groceries, armed with empty carts and full wallets.

Seriously.

And they didn't just buy a croissant and a bottle of juice either, no.

They bought their weekly, prepare-for-the-apocalypse amount of groceries. Their carts were filled with food till the brim.

A bunch of grandmas who believed that if the family came over, they'd have to feed them worth of twelve years.

After the first wave was over, it was quiet for a couple of minutes. Mentally, you were preparing for the next wave of enthusiastic shoppers.

You were already dreading the never endless:

Good morning.
Do you have your customers card on you?
No? I could look you up in the system if you want to.
Thank you.
Receipt?
Thank you, have a nice day.

Good morning.
Do you have your...

It. Never. Stopped.

But you needed the money. Especially if you wanted to join that exchange program later in the year—you'd be going to Paris. So, you were working every spare hour you had, trying to muster up the amount you needed.

Sighing, you saw your next customer walk up to you, and you flashed your happiest smile you could manage at eight in the morning.

"Good morning." You said, already grabbing the first item within hands reach. Staring at your computer screen, you slid it over the scanner, hearing the satisfactory beep, before reaching for the next item.

Beep, beep, beep.

"Hello." The man said.

You looked up, surprised by his voice. It sounded familiar, somehow. Still, when you looked at him, with his fancy clothing and swept up hair, you didn't recognise him.

He smiled at you happily, grinning like a goofball.

"Sorry," you said, swiping a box of fish fingers over the scanner, "do I know you?"

"No." The man answered, "not yet at least." He said happily.

You frowned. What is this?

When you were done he handed you the money, even before you read up the amount.

"That'll be–" you started, but he interrupted you.

"12,57. Here you go." He handed you the money and walked away, his groceries in his arms.

"I'll see you in a few months, [y/f/n]! By then you'll be out of this hellhole, you'll like your job at Maceys much more!" He stuck up a hand and walked out of the store. "See you then, [y/n]!"

You were flabbergasted, staring at him exiting the store.

He could impossibly know your name. You forgot your name card today.

But you knew his.

It was the Doctor.

_______________________________

IM SO SORRY GUYS.

I know it's been forever—you're allowed to slap me with a wet fish.

And I know this ... thing ... isn't that great.

I just had different things on my mind lately, and in all the fuss I just let this book slip. :(

ANYHOW.

Did you find the reference I made? (There are two—one to the show itself, and one to one of my own books. I'm curious if you'll ever find them xD good luck!)

I'm going to update this book more. I have a TMI triptych coming up, but I'm out of words. Idk when but its coming! :p

Like, I know what I want to happen, but I have no idea how to write it down? I'm having that right now. I might do something else first, who knows.

Btw: comment brussel sprouts (and your opinion on them?) if you read the entire A/N ;) don't cheat!

In the meantime, vote, comment, bla bla bla.

XOXO VERY-NEGLECTIVE-VIVAN