Same here. So go change, I’ll wait,” knocking with his hands on the side board, listening carefully. Hearing her breath through the line, “I said I will wait.”
Wondering what this was all about, she placed the handset aside and shoved her pajamas over. “So what do you want?”
"I thought about our earlier conversation. About the flirting."
"So you are calling me, to tell me, your were in deed flirting?"
He laughed again, “I wasn’t flirting with the girl, Jenna-“
"Of course you were!” How dare he was, to call her, to tell her that she wasn’t right! “Do you know, which part I really liked?” she didn’t even wait for an answer. “When you started to talk about the impossible girl-“
"I didn’t talked about the impossible girl-"
"Right! You did it wrong, you said impossible woman!” ‘Long life Doctor Who fan, tell somebody else!’ “We really were a bit drunk, weren’t we?” now she really was pissed, and she didn’t even know why. It was not her problem when he wanted to wander around and flirt with every person who approached him for an autograph.
“Would you mind, letting me talk now, and not always interrupting my sentence?”
'Why didn't he sound drunk anymore?' “Please go on then.”
"Jenna, I know it is called impossible girl in the show,” she could hear him taking in a deep breath. “But I was not talking about Clara, about a girl,” one last deep breath, “I was talking about you."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You might be the impossible girl on the show, but in real life your are the impossible woman. You are my impossible woman.”
Jenna just starred down her socks. 'What did he just say?'
He pressed the earpiece harder against his ear, “Are you still there?”
“Yes, I was just asking myself, if I misunderstood something.”
“I wouldn’t let you go, not in a million, as I said,” he could hear her swallow. He also could hear her realize.
"I was not flirting with the girl,” he smiled weary, into the silence of the phone, “I was flirting with you.