You had had the worst day.
First, you boyfriend broke up with you.
He admitted to sleeping with a couple of his friends' girlfriends.
You were broken hearted, and the awkward betrayal made your skin boil.
Then, your boss threatened to fire you because you were late to work.
But you were also the only female in the office, which meant no matter the trivial mistake, you could be fired at any time.
Then, on your way home rain began to pour and you had no shielding.
You were beyond pissed.
As you were taking a shortcut, a blue police box abruptly appeared in your path, making you almost bump into it.
An older man popped out.
"You! I don't care where you and your box came from!" You spat, "But you, sir, are an asshole!"
"And just who do you think you are?" he snapped back.
He stepped fully out of the box and stood in front of you.
"I think I'm the girl you landed your stupid box in front of. You're in my way," you seethed.
He scoffed, his thick brogue becoming thicker.
"Well, you're just lasagna!" he yelled.
"What the shit does that even mean?" you shouted, confused.
"It means drop the attitude," he spoke.
"Make me, Scotty," you mocked.
"Oh, i'll make you, you stupid, uncoordinated, simple person," he insulted.
"Why don't you take your pathetic excuses for insults and shove them up your-," you began to retort.
"Don't make me hit you with my shoe!" he warned, cutting you off.
"I dare you, grandpa," you laughed dryly, "I actually dare you."
He let out a string of curses, moving close and invading your personal space.
You glared.
"Do you even know the stressful day I've had?! I am now single, my job is in danger, and in case you haven't noticed, I look like a drowning cat!" You spat.
"Oh, boo hoo hoo, poor little human. I just lost my best friend, my stupid TARDIS doesn't want to run right, and I am still not used to being Scottish!" He spat back.
"Well, why don't you just-," you began.
You were interrupted by some guy approaching the both of you.
He shoved you away from each other.
"All we need in this world is some love," he yelled, "So why don't you both just make nice and run along?"
"Oi! Is shoving any way to treat a lady?" the older man asked.
"And why would you yell at an older man?" you asked.
"Like honestly, the disrespect in people like you," the man tsked.
The stranger opened and closed his mouth, like a fish out of water.
"Why would you approach to people and yell at them, huh? Is that how you were raised?" you questioned.
"I... Was trying to spread peace," the stranger answered.
"Do you know the day this man has had?" you said, defensively, "He lost his best friend and is struggling to find himself. How is your stupid attempt at creating peace going to help him? He's here, trying to vent, and you go and yell at the poor man! The audacity!"
"And this young lady is being forced back into the world, newly single and almost without a job," the man defended you, "Is she supposed to just stop and cry about it? Are you trying to make her cry? Because she was doing just fine helping herself!"
The stranger was in a silent state of disbelief, confusion, and utter fear.
"Take your peace and spread it up your-," the other man began to say.
"Why don't you go and spread peace to some people who actually care?" You scoffed.
The stranger wasted no time in running off.
You and the man looked at each other.
"I'm the Doctor," he introduced.
"Y/N," you responded.
"Are you in the mood for coffee?" he asked.
"Always," you said.
"Let's go, my treat," he said.
"What about your box?" you asked.
"No one'll steal it," he said, ready to go, "You okay with continuing to get wet."
"Yeah," you shrugged, following him out of the alley.
You both began to walk towards a cafe.
The Doctor looked towards you.
You looked back at him.
"I think you and I are going to be pretty good friends."