MPOV
Coffee, just what I need. Need something to keep me awake. I worried all night about this meeting and it turns out it's nothing more than two strangers drinking coffee. Wandering across the sidewalk, we enter the café. A scent of freshly baked biscuits and tea leaves fill the air. "Here, come with me", he calls to me as he hops up the stairs. I follow and immediately notice it leads to a comfy cubby-hole. The floorboards are made of a deep brown oak and are peppered with vintage fuschia cushions. Silver fairy lights dimly twinkle like stars disappearing into daylight. Sunlight streams into the room through a window and a small table and chairs is silhouetted against it.
"It's beautiful, um, sorry I didn't actually catch your name", I stutter, suddenly realising how rude I was to this man.
"Uh, well, um, most people call me Doctor, but please, call me Theta".
"Okay then, Theta".

DPOV
Nobody's called me that in ages. I've always been The Doctor. Picked the nickname up when I joined the army. Well I say joined, I think I mean forced to join. My father wanted me to be the 'army lad', the one that had a family and made them proud. And I tried, I really tried. But my first love Rose left and then it just broke my heart. Tried to move on, found someone who loved me so much, but it still wasn't enough to forget her. Martha... She found someone who actually did love her. Then went on to just find a mate, you know, start small, build it up, but it all got too much for her too. That's when I just stopped trying, started a new life. Stopped being the army lad and actually had fun for once. Found a couple of friends, went on a roadtrip to Utah, married a psychopath and got shot in the face. Though the psychopath was fun, River was her name. Had to get full blown reconstruction surgery on my face, so went in a fun loving man (with a rather large chin to be honest) and came out the grump I am now. Though the chin did improve, the eyebrows got a bit angrier instead. But there was one thing I learnt from that, well two things if you include the life lesson to never marry a psychopath (well, unless she's River Song), was that when you fall you bring down the ones you love too. I was engaged to Clara Oswald and I thought she was the one. Fearless and absolutely inspiring in that she never let you step on her or tell her something was impossible. And she would do the impossible, she was my impossible girl. But my surgery just broke her. I relied on her, but could never come round to actually admitting that she was my rock. Came back with a new face and I called off the engagement. Not for me, but for her. I could never forgive myself for the way she put on her smile in the morning and never let it slip because she knew that would be revealing the way she really felt. How she didn't love anymore. So I went back to my army duties, leaving everything behind, but I didn't care. I had been through loads of lovers and friends, but they had all ended up broken. I had left a trail of destruction and I felt I couldn't go back to my house, because that's where all the relationships started and that's where they ended. My home didn't feel like home. Became an army doctor, saw some sights, enough for a lifetime. Saw people die in my arms, but they fired me when I refused to shoot one of the enemy. So here I am now, sitting in a  coffee shop, with a woman I am practically falling in love with just staring at her, but I'm a wrecking ball, everytime I get close to someone, they end up broken. It's just a crush. Oh who am I kidding, that's what I said about everyone.

MPOV

Theta... such a majestically unique name. But "Doctor"? A writer and a doctor? A man so shrouded in mystery must have his secrets, but a man that has two names, two personalities, must have his scars. But don't we all? Mine are not romantic at all. My family thought more of success and popularity, than a lineage. But I had a friend, a very best friend, his name was John Smith. A brilliant man, a truly brilliant man. But he left me for science. So I moved on, got picked up by a newspaper company and here we are now. Watching milk slowly swirl into an Americano. Time to make conversation Mar, time to make some conversation.

"Call me Missy", I say confidently.

"Missy, what a delightfully, um.."

"It's a weird nickname I know, but it fits me", I take a small sip of my coffee and let the bitter liquid burn down my throat. "My parents always thought I was a missy, you know, going off with all these men, trying to start a family. Disgraceful, I was".

"Funnily enough, my parents thought the opposite. I had to start the family, have the wife, have the secure job", his pale grey eyes stare right into mine, but I see a damaged man behind the façade, a man that has seen too much in his lifetime.

"So, the name Doctor..."

"Please don't remind me. Army doctor, served for eleven years".

"Why'd you quit?" I ask, slurping the remainders of the liquid, completely ignoring his plea for me to stop.

"I didn't quit. Got fired for being merciful to the enemy", he pauses. "But enough about me. Brilliant writer being diminished in a flatline journalist job. How?"

"I always wanted to be an author ever since I was a kid. Skipped all my degrees, went straight to writing. And I had the perfect inspiration, my best friend. He was in science, well, space-y things, and he used to tell me all about his adventures. I wrote about them and put them online, was quite popular actually. But he, um, moved away. And with that went my inspiration. Without inspiration my stories just went downhill and I just, gave up. With no degrees, couldn't get a very good job, but went with what I could get. I would love to start my stories again, but, well, no inspiration".

"I could, well, um, perhaps give you some inspiration, not in that way, but, uh, well, I know a place".

"Does it have more coffee?"

"No, but, well, it is my favourite place to go. You'll love it. So, um, shall I meet you here tomorrow, say six-ish?"

"Of course. My favourite's the caramel latte".

"W-why would I need to know that?"

"Well, I'll need a drink for the ride, won't I?"