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Being flattered by someone who seemed as intelligent as the Doctor was did cause Olivia’s cheeks to turn a small shade of pink, even in the dim light of the pub they had found to eat at. It’s not very often that she gets called clever. Her parents never gave her the time of day and her professors only knew her name by what was on her papers not by which she was as an individual. But here was someone who knew so much and yet would make reference to her being as clever as him. Though she questioned the possibility of that even being remotely true, she was still flattered that he would even say something like that to her.

When he started to talk about himself, Olivia leaned forward listening closely to his responses. When his voice tapered off, however, her heart sunk in her chest as he started to speak about his sorrows. She thought she had it hard, in fact she knew she didn’t have it as easy as most people did, but she couldn’t imagine being the only person left from their species. Even the thought of being the only person in Britain scared her if something was to explode and she would be left alone. The poor man; it’s a fate worth than death… to be alone forever But as far as Olivia was concerned, he wouldn’t be alone. At least for as long as she had her say in it. She did laugh a little when he mentioned his age and said that he had a soft spot for humans, or ‘earthlings’. Lifting up the large mug that was given to her to hold the alcohol she smiled behind it, “Well if it makes any difference you look good for over 900 years old.” With that she took a swing before putting the mug down and shaking her head. “Whoa, I still can’t get over how strong that is. It’s good, just strong compared to what we normally have.”

Listening closely to him about getting something from that era, it was true. Certain things taken could highly effect the future… at least that would be an educated guest and as he mentioned to her that she had a habit of meddling, she gave him a cheesy side grin, playful yet understanding. He was picking on her and being serious at the same time. She wasn’t exactly somewhere she should be trying to play with things and tinker but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to touch a few things. But, what could he say; considering meeting her wasn’t the first time he had visited earth, he might have a habit of meddling as well. It turns out her thought pattern was confirmed when he overheard people talk about Shakespeare’s famous lost pay Love’s Labor Won. Her attention followed his as the two listened closely then they pulled their attention back to one another. A smile moved across her face as she stood up and took his arm. “I think I’m rubbing off on you already. It seems we will be meddling in the business of Mister William Shakespeare himself.” A smirk curled up the corner of her full lips as she laced her arm through his and they kicked off into gear. “Let us go meddle in the mind of one of the greatest play writes of all time.”

It didn’t take long for the two of them to find their way to the location that William Shakespeare was staying at. Confusion moved across her face as the Doctor flashed a blank piece of paper to people and they began to let them in. Still, poor Olivia was internally shocked to be walking through such an old building in such ‘new’ condition for its time. Her free hand gently slid along the wall to her right. Though she could have looked like a bit of a loon touching the walls, she kept her expression simple with a soft closed mouth smile and gentle facial features and no one paid her any mind though she was ecstatic to even touch the walls. They followed a maid that took them to a door and pushed it open. There, there sat the great man himself, surrounded by people who looked like actors. Confusion filled the room as the actors seem to be having a talk with the writer about why he announced the play for tomorrow night instead of a week that they had discussed. 

The conversation was cut short by the presence of Olivia and the Doctor arriving in the room. The attention seemed to be mainly on her and she felt her face turn a small shade of pink as the legendary figure seemed to recognize her out of the group. “You,” He said, his voice was deep as he gestured to her. “You are beautiful.” His figure leaned over the time as the group of actors departed without a word, though Olivia probably would have found it just as interesting to watch the actors leave; she was too hypnotized by the fact that one of history’s greatest minds was staring her in the face [i]and[/i] had just complemented her. “You are like exquisite angel fresh from the gates of heaven. But… you wear such interesting fabric. Where, pray tell, are you from?” For the first time in Olivia’s life, she was speechless, literally.