The library had been Clara's safe haven from the first day on. It was where she could retreat to when she felt close to tears and bury her nose in a book. Only today her haven appeared to be more of a fridge. The heating was out, which wouldn't have bothered her hadn't it been November. After spending several hours freezing despite her warm coat and not getting any work done, she decided it might be better to go home and warm up before she caught a cold.
As she walked through the streets, shivering in the snow, she passed a small pub in a back road that she hadn't really taken notice of before. A hot cup of tea or coffee would be really nice now, she thought. Clara spun around on her heels and entered the pub, a wave of hot air blowing into her face. She still kept her coat on and approached the bar when she suddenly spotted her professor sitting on one of the bar stools in front of a glass of what looked like strong alcohol. At least she wasn't the only one having a bad day.
Clara considered leaving or finding a spot in the darkest corner of the pub so he wouldn't notice her but it was too late for that. Professor Doctor Smith, or the Doctor, had already seen her and was now waving at her to come closer. She approached him carefully.
“Miss. . . Oswald?” he asked uncertainly, his voice even raspier now.
Clara nodded.
“Listen, I'm sorry about earlier,” the Doctor said with a slight smile, clutching his drink in both hands, “Your grade is fine. Don't worry about it.”
She wasn't sure what to reply. Should she thank him for giving her a grade she obviously didn't deserve? Sit down? Leave?
“In fact, I gave everyone an A+. Couldn't be bothered with grading last night. Take it as a matriculation present.”
“Uhm, thanks,” Clara said hesitantly. He looked absolutely miserable. Should she ask him if he was okay? Other people's problems always seemed to distract her from her own, “Are you all right?”
The Doctor looked up from his glass and stared at her for a moment. The he proceeded to take of his glasses and rub his eyes as if tired.
“Do you want me to leave?” Clara asked. She wasn't really comfortable in this situation. The Doctor was such a strong presence, it intimidated her.
“No, no,” he shook his head, “Why don't you sit down?”
Clara unbuttoned her coat reluctantly and took the seat next to him, praying for a bartender to show up soon and save her from awkwardly sitting at the bar with nothing to hold on to.
“Do you want something to drink?” the Doctor asked her and she noticed his gaze wander over her figure. She nervously fiddled to close her coat again.
“Tea would be nice. I'm freezing,” she admitted.
The Doctor snorted and took a sip of his drink. “Scotch does a better job at warming you up, trust me. It's also very useful if you're having a really, really bad day.”
“Okay, I'll have one of those then.”
He waved at the waiter who immediately refilled his glass and also brought one for Clara. She took a sip carefully and made a grimace as the alcohol burned in her throat. But the Doctor was right, it was warming her up instantly.
“So, what screwed up your day?” he asked after a while.
Clara shrugged. She didn't really feel like talking about Danny. In fact, she had told no one at university so far, not even the two friends she had made. She was so sick of their stares, of everyone feeling sorry for her. She thought that maybe if no one knew about Danny and treated her like they would any other person she could get over it and forget.
The library had been Clara's safe haven from the first day on. It was where she could retreat to when she felt close to tears and bury her nose in a book. Only today her haven appeared to be more of a fridge. The heating was out, which wouldn't have bothered her hadn't it been November. After spending several hours freezing despite her warm coat and not getting any work done, she decided it might be better to go home and warm up before she caught a cold.As she walked through the streets, shivering in the snow, she passed a small pub in a back road that she hadn't really taken notice of before. A hot cup of tea or coffee would be really nice now, she thought. Clara spun around on her heels and entered the pub, a wave of hot air blowing into her face. She still kept her coat on and approached the bar when she suddenly spotted her professor sitting on one of the bar stools in front of a glass of what looked like strong alcohol. At least she wasn't the only one having a bad day.Clara considered leaving or finding a spot in the darkest corner of the pub so he wouldn't notice her but it was too late for that. Professor Doctor Smith, or the Doctor, had already seen her and was now waving at her to come closer. She approached him carefully.“Miss. . . Oswald?” he asked uncertainly, his voice even raspier now.Clara nodded.“Listen, I'm sorry about earlier,” the Doctor said with a slight smile, clutching his drink in both hands, “Your grade is fine. Don't worry about it.”她不知道该回答什么。她显然不值得她应该感谢他给她的分数吗?坐下?离开吗?"事实上,我送给大家的 A +。怕麻烦,不与分级昨晚。拿着作为本预科"。"嗯,谢谢你,"克拉拉犹犹豫豫地说。他的表情绝对悲惨。她应该问他是否他很好?其他人的问题似乎总是分散她的注意力从她自己,"你是吧?"医生从他的玻璃上抬起头,盯着她看了一会儿。他着手把他的眼镜和揉眼睛,好像累了。"你要我离开吗?"克拉拉问道。她不是在这种情况真的很舒服。这位医生是这样强大的存在,它恐吓她。"没有,没有,"他摇了摇头,"为什么你不坐下来?"克莱拉很不情愿地解开她的外套和坐在他身边,祈求一个调酒师很快显示出来并保存她从尴尬地坐在酒吧里坚持。"你想喝点什么吗?"医生问她,她注意到他的目光在她的身影徘徊。她紧张地把玩再关上了她的外套。"茶就好。我快冻僵了,"她承认。医生哼了一声,呷了一口他的饮料。"苏格兰威士忌更好在做热身你,信任我。它也是非常有用的如果你有真的,真的很糟糕的一天.""好吧,那么我要那些之一"。他挥手侍者领班斟满酒杯,也带来了一个用于克拉拉。她仔细地呷了一口,和作为酒精烧在她喉咙里做了个鬼脸。但医生是正确的它瞬间升温她。"所以,什么搞砸了你的一天?"他问后一段时间。克莱拉耸了耸肩。她真的不想谈论丹尼。事实上,她有没有告诉任何人在大学到目前为止,即使这两个朋友她了。她是如此厌倦了他们的眼神,每个人都为她感到难过。她想过也许如果没有人知道关于丹尼和对待她像他们将任何其他人,她能好起来,忘了。
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