It was already late when Jenna and Peter walked back into the hotel lobby after having dinner in town. They had a hard day behind. The flight, an interview and a lot of public relations with the fans. Selfies - at least 249, autographs and a lot of small talk.
It was “Peter!” here and “Jenna!” there. It was great - no question, but it was hard work, because they wanted to be nice to everybody, asking everybody for his name, trying to be super special with everyone.
Now, they were tired and both knew, tomorrow was a hard day too. Radio interview in the morning, panel in the afternoon and another interview after dinner.
They had shared dinner with Moffat, talking about the panel and further things that would come up. Drinking one glass of wine, so they could all fall asleep - what was sometimes not easy after all the impressions they collected through the day.
Coming toward the lift, Jenna was the first to notice that their obligations were not fulfilled for today. She spotted a group of younger girls, maybe seventeen to twenty she guessed, near by the elevator. Giggling in excitement, when they saw the pair walk in.
“It seems we are not done yet,” Jenna draw Peters attention to them.
He sighed in exhaustion, “Oh no.” He loved the fans, he really did, but it was 10 o’clock in the evening. Night! He not only looked horrible, he felt that way.
“Come on, we make it quick,” she just smiled at him, fully understanding his little outbreak.
“Promise?” Peter asked, his voice husky from lack of sleep.
“Promise.”
The girls started to jump up and down, sharing nervous glances, giggling - they had at least three coffees too much, they guessed.
“Doctor!” someone bursted out.
“Mister Capaldi!” the other said. And so on. Jenna realized in an instant, the group had mostly waited for the star of the show.
“Hey ladies,” Peter brought a smile to his face, already searching for a pen in his jacket. “How long have you been waiting?”
“Three hours,” one explained, way to fast in her voice. “Can we have pictures?”
“And autographs?”
“Yes, sure!” he said, patiently signing everything they gave him. Asking for names, complimenting the cosplay some of them did. Answering questions. Jenna did to, but she was not the center of attention and somehow - in silence - he envied her. It was her in the end who did the pictures.