Or a broken leg,” she waited until

Or a broken leg,” she waited until the Doctor had sat the casserole down on the counter, “Now, let's put in everything we can find.”
“Everything?” he asked.
“Yeah, whatever goes into lasagne. Mince meat, pasta, paprika, bit of pepper and salt,” she explained.
“Some old textbooks, a shoe,” the Doctor added.
“Well, it's your dinner,” Clara looked up at him before she broke out into laughter again. She punched his arm gently, “You're a madman. I will never eat anyhing that you cooked.”
“You could come, you know,” he said nonchalantly, “To dinner, I mean.”
Clara stopped what she was doing and stared at him, but he seemed not to notice it.
“I don't think that's such a good idea,” she replied.
The Doctor sighed. “Yeah, you're probably right. I'm sorry. Forget I ever suggested it.”

She nodded and turned her attention back to the food. It would probably have been fun, having dinner with him and his friends, but she mustn't forget that despite everything he was still her professor and she his student.
“Don't you think there should be a little more salt in there?” the Doctor asked, apparently eager to change the subject now that the situation was becoming awkward again.
“No, it's good,” Clara replied.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, very,” she said, “Now, put some cheese on it and we're done.”
The Doctor reached for the cheese and slightly brushed her hips in the movement. Clara stiffened noticeably at the unexpected contact.
“Sorry,” he uttered.
“It's okay,” Clara replied, daring to look him into the eye, “It was accident. Accidents can happen.”
“Yes,” the Doctor stared back at her.
She felt as if she could cut the tension with a knife. How could it be that a simply suggestion was able to turn a perfectly normal situation into an awkward silence? Clara cleared her throat.
“Your hand,” she said.
“What about it?”
“It's still on my hip.”
The Doctor quickly removed his hand and stepped away from her. He only stopped when he had reached what Clara considered a safe distance. Without saying another word she added the cheese and shoved the lasagne into the oven.
“There, all done. I'm leaving it in for 30 minutes, give it another 10 before your guests arrive,” she told him.
“Alright, I will do that. Thanks for helping out.”
“No problem.”

They both stood there, facing each other without really knowing what to say. Clara started to tap her foot impatiently, desperately trying to think about something other than him.
“So, what do we do in the meantime?” he asked as if reading her thoughts.
Clara exhaled sharply. “I'm packing my suitcase and I'm taking. . .?”
“I'm sorry?”
“It's a game. A stupid one,” Clara explained.
“Or how about we go for a walk and get your bike?” the Doctor suggested.
She had to admit, getting out of her apartment was probably the best idea ever. She wasn't sure if she could trust herself not to kiss him just to end the weirdness.
“Good idea, let's do that!”

They both grabbed their coats and Clara was glad to breathe in the fresh December air.
“When do you need that casserole dish back?” he asked her as they walked along the pavement.
“Oh, not too soon,” she replied, “It's always a bit much for just one person.”
“I'll just pop by sometime next week and return it after class,” the Doctor said, “You know, I think I might have an old bike chain lying around somewhere in my garage. Maybe it'll fit on yours.”
“You don't have to look for it just because of me, I probably won't ride that bike for the next five years again.”
“Ah, so you're cured.”
Clara smiled. “Yeah, you could say that.”



OOO

The next day Clara was very proud of herself. She had spent almost the entire day with the Doctor and nothing had happened between the two of them. She was very confident that she would get over her little crush very soon and so would he and her life could return to normal. She hadn't really gotten around to do her homework the previous day, so she just threw her bathrobe over her shoulders, prepared a cup of tea and sat down at her desk

結果 (中文) 3:

或是断了一条腿，”她等到医生坐砂锅放在柜台上，“现在，让我们把一切都可以找到我们。”“一切？“他问。“是啊，不管走到什么。绞肉、面食、辣椒、胡椒和盐，”她解释道。“一些旧教科书，一只鞋，”医生补充说。“好吧，这是你的晚餐，”克拉拉在她爆发出笑声之前，向他看了看。她轻轻地打了他的手臂，“你是个疯子。我不会吃任何你做的。”“你能来，你知道，”他满不在乎地说，“吃饭，我的意思。”克拉拉停止了她正在做的事情，并盯着他，但他似乎没有注意到它。“我不认为这是一个好主意，”她回答说。医生叹了口气。“是的，你很可能是对的。很抱歉。忘记我曾提出过。”她点点头，把注意力转向食物。可能会很有趣，和他和他的朋友们共进晚餐，但她不能忘记，尽管他仍然是她的教授和他的学生，她。“难道你不认为那里应该有更多的盐吗？医生问，显然是急于改变这个话题，现在的情况变得尴尬了。“不，这很好，”克拉拉回答说。“你肯定吗？““是的，”她说，“现在，把奶酪放在上面，我们就做了。”医生到达了奶酪，轻轻拂过她的臀部。克拉拉在意外的联系上明显地加强了。“对不起，”他说。“没关系，”克拉拉回答道，“那是个意外的样子”。事故可能发生。”“是的，”医生盯着她看了看。她觉得自己好像能用一把小刀把紧张的张力切断。一个简单的建议是如何能把一个完美的正常情况变成一个尴尬的沉默？克拉拉清了清嗓子。“你的手，”她说。“那呢？““我还在髋关节上。”医生很快地把手从她身上取出。当他到达克拉拉认为一个安全距离的时候，他才停下来。没有说一句话她说的奶酪，把面条放入烤箱。“这一切，都做了。我要离开它30分钟，在你的客人到来之前再给它10，“她告诉他。“好吧，我会这样做的。谢谢你的帮助。”“没问题。”他们都站在那里，面对彼此，却不知道该说什么。克拉拉不耐烦地开始了她的脚，拼命地想一想他以外的事。“那么，我们在这期间做了什么？他问道，仿佛在读她的思想。克拉拉大幅呼出。“我在收拾我的手提箱，我要带一把。..？““对不起？““这是一场比赛。一个愚蠢的人，“克拉拉解释说。“我们去散散步，去拿你的自行车怎么样？医生建议。她不得不承认，从她的公寓里出来可能是最好的主意。她不知道她可以信任自己不去吻他刚刚结束的命运。“好主意，让我们这样做吧！“他们都抢过自己的外套，克拉拉很高兴在新鲜空气中呼吸。“你什么时候需要，砂锅菜回来吗？“他问她在人行道上走了。“哦，不太快，”她回答说，“这是一个有点多的只是一个人。”“我会在下个星期的某个时候去，然后再回来，”医生说，“你知道，我想我可能在我的车库里有一个旧的自行车链条。可能它会适合你的。”“你不必因为我而去寻找它，我可能不会在未来五年里骑自行车。”“啊，这样你就治好了。”克拉拉笑了笑。“是的，你可以这样说。”OOO第二天，克拉拉为自己感到骄傲。她花了几乎整整一天的时间，医生和没有发生在两者之间的。她很有信心，很快就会把自己的小美眉很快，这样他就能恢复正常的生活了。她不是真的已经在前一天做的功课，所以她就把她的浴袍在她的肩上，准备了一杯茶，坐在自己的办公桌