The Doctor was nervous. That was something that didn't happen often. And when it did, it usually wasn't a good sign. The results would often end with destruction, disaster, devastation... a lot of D words.

But this time, it was different. He was nervous about you.

You! His beloved companion, the light of his life and... and he was taking you on a date. Well, okay, not officially, but in his head: it was a date. So, he put on his tuxedo and bowtie, sprayed on (probably too much) cologne, and gelled his hair up way high. He wanted to impress you.

He was waiting not-so patiently in the console room for you to come out, constantly messing with his hair (the man really had vanity issues) and checking his watch like he was going to be late whilst standing in a time machine.

When you emerged, dressed to impress, the Doctor lit up. Grinning, he came up to you and took your arm in his, looking at you like you were the most gorgeous thing in he'd ever seen. "Ready?" He smiled.