If you're not in college, pretend you are cuz thats the reader's age in this story.
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You smiled at yourself in the mirror. The TARDIS dress you had ordered had finally come. It fit you perfectly.
Deciding to run to the store to show it off, you grabbed your car keys. You hopped into your car, smiling. Starting the engine, you drove off in the direction of the store.
Once there, you got out and walked in. Looking around, you swore silently. You had no idea what you needed or didn't need. Well, you always needed chips. You head off in the direction of the chips, smiling to yourself. No one had noticed the dress yet but it should be pretty soon. Doctor Who is a popular show.
Stopping in front of a selection of ships, you scanned over them. Oh, so many to choose from.
"Alfred, please stop. I don't want--" A small gasp rang out behind you. "Amazing," a British accent said behind you. A short tap was felt on your shoulder. You grabbed a bag of your favorite chips and turned to see a short man with glowing green eyes.
The man looked over your dress with fascination. "A TARDIS dress. It's amazing! Did you make it?" he asked.
You shook your head, smiling. "I had it made by someone over the Internet," you answered.
'It is absolutely amazing. And beautiful. It looks...beautiful on you." He coughed into his hand and nodded.
You blushed lightly and giggled. Sticking out your hand, you said, "I'm ________ ________."
The British man looked up nd smiled. "Arthur Kirkland." He shook your hand. Arthur let go and looked around. "It seems my younger brother has disappeared again." He sighed. "I best go find him."
You looked around too. "Oh. Well..." You stepped forward and kissed his cheek. "You're sweet. I'd like to get to know you more. Especially since you have great taste in TV shows," you said softly.
Arthur blushed, smiling. "You as well." He took out his phone and handed it to you. "Mind putting your number in? For future encounters, I mean," Arthur asked.
Your stomach flipped excitedly. "O-Of course~!" You took it and entered your number, giving it back to him.
Arthur smiled and put his phone in his back pocket. "I will call you later then." He waved and walked off.
You held the bag of chips to your stomach, smiling. You didn't regret wearing the dress. Maybe it was even good luck.
