Sam was nervous, to say the least, this would be his first time cooking for someone other than Wil, and for a fucking
at that. He fussed about the kitchen, preparing the traditional German meal he’d planned for the occasion.
The door opened with Wil’s usual bang, though it was slightly less jarring, Sam assumed he was toning himself down a bit because of their guest.
“Hey, Sam, come out here and meet the Doctor.”
Or not, if Wil’s shouting was any indication. Sam sighed and set his spoon aside, carefully turning the stove down so as not to burn the meal.
He wiped his hands on his apron and then made his way toward the door.
He was in no way prepared for the sight that greeted him.
The man standing beside Wil was tall, and strikingly handsome; black hair and equally dark, almost hypnotic eyes.
His posture and dress, a long, tailed coat and dress gloves, spoke of high-class upbringing. He smiled courteously at Sam and extended a hand in greeting.
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