The next three months of my life were great. I got into a rhythm; wake up at 9:00AM or 10:00AM, have a yoghurt, do some work, have lunch around one, go to work at 4:00PM, one hour break at 9:00PM for dinner, then continue working until 2:00AM.

My parents have visited from Canada, I've been to see my grandparents who all live in Bristol, and continued my email conversations with my aunts and uncles. My brother says he wants to visit, but he's always so busy, I don't expect him before Christmas.

Oh yeah, and I'd saved up enough money to buy a house. So I did. It was a tall, narrow house. When you walked in the door, there was a staircase going up on your left. On your right, a door to my 'library'. If you continued down the hall, on the left, a door to a staircase going down to a flat I let to students. Then the kitchen, all in wood with a table. Across from the kitchen was the dining room which I never used. In the kitchen there was a door to the back yard.

On the second floor, the master bedroom, a guest room and a bathroom. On the third floor, two bedrooms which I let to students like a Bed&Breakfast and another bathroom. On the fourth, one last bedroom for a student. All the rooms are currently full.

All in all, I think I'm doing pretty well for myself.

I changed into my uniform and went to the pub, locking the door behind me. I got in, dropped off my stuff and started to work. Tonight, I was working the ten tables in the back.

There was a couple just leaving, a family of four, a couple who looked barely legal, an old guy sitting alone nursing a whisky, a woman also alone daydreaming, a family of three, a group of five guys and three empty tables.

As the couple walked past me, I smiled and wished them a good evening. I looked at their intertwined hands, feeling sadness prick my tear ducts, but I bucked up and continued serving with a cheesy happy smile.

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I'm so done with this guy! The family of four's son, who looked 18 had dropped his fork for the fourth time, and I was not picking it up. Instead I served everyone else.

"Um, excuse me?" called the obnoxious teen.

I walk over. "Yes?"

"I need a new fork."

"Oh! So you do!" I play innocent. I walk to the kitchen and grab yet another fork muttering to Susanne, my friend and fellow waitress, "Perv did it again." She just chuckled as I left the kitchen. "Here you are," I say to him as I give him the fork.

"Thanks, but I don't think you should leave that one on the floor!" He suggests pointing to it. I sigh and give in to what he wants me to do. I bend over in such away that I only flash him. I grab the fork and mince over to the kitchen and put it in the dirty bin.

I walk back to my tables and as I take away yet another table's plates I notice the boy has flushed cheeks and his hands are firmly on his lap, covering himself. He doesn't drop another fork.

When they finally leave I laugh so hard at him behind his back that I have to take a breather in the kitchen. I realize it's nine anyway so I get dinner and tell Susanne all about the stupid kid. We laugh and laugh and suddenly it's ten.

"Better get back!" I say, smiling.

"Yep!" She replies.

I head back to the same tables and continue working until I see Mary walk past, escorting yet another customer to a table in my section. Traffic is slowing down as it's 11:00, so I'm surprised she leads him back here.

But then I see Him.

Oh Good Lord.

It's David Tennant. David F-ing Tennant. Holy Crap.

I think I'm going to die. I look at him and I realize he's even more attractive in person. His brown hair, stubble, and his warm, searching chocolate coloured eyes.

Oh Good Lord.

I have to serve him dinner.

Oh Good F-ing Lord.

I plaster a smile on my face when all I want to do is scream and then kiss him. Or is it kiss him and then scream? It doesn't matter. I walk over to his table and look anywhere but at him.

"Can I offer you a drink, Mr Tennant?" I ask, finally looking into his eyes. Mistake. I fall into the depths of his eyes, making it impossible to escape.

"That would go down well. What's on tap?" He asks in his sexy low Scottish brogue. I rattle off the list and then look at him (well his lips) expectantly. "I'll, I'll take the stout."

I nod and walk away as calmly as humanely possible for a girl such as myself, in my position. I get a pint of the stout and go back to him. "Here you are, Mr Tennant."

"Thank you... what did you say your name was?" He asks.

"I didn't. It's Aileann."

"Well, thanks Aileann."

I nod, biting my bottom lip in excitement. "Have you decided on what you'll have?"

"Yes, I'll have a burger."

"Sure thing, Mr Tennant." I ring in the order and then hand out a few bills and collect some tips. When the burger's ready I bring it to him. "Here you are! Ketchup? HP sauce? Malt vinegar?"

"All of those please!"

I nod and quickly bring the condiments he wanted. "Is that all, Mr Tennant?"

He grins and nods his head and waits for me to walk away before he takes a huge bite.

No one else is in my section so I'm completely free to wander, but instead, I stand in a corner where I can see everyone but no one can see me. I just watch this attractive, talented, famous man. His brown hair, messily inviting me to run my hands through. His thin lips open and close, calling me to kiss him.

He finishes and I walk over to collect his plate and I ask him of he wants dessert or more beer. He declines both and asks for the bill.

He leaves by 12:30 and I request to leave early. I go home and fall asleep easily, dreaming of David Tennant.