"I'm free on Sundays," she offers, still with her little smile.

"Does four sound good to you?"

"Sure," she agrees.

"Perfect. I'll meet you at your place, unless you prefer I not...?"

"That would be fine."

"Okay. I will see you Sunday, then," he says, bowing his head slightly.

"See you Sunday!" She pauses, then waves awkwardly in the direction she'd been walking before. "I'm terribly sorry, I should really, um. It was lovely talking to you?"

"There's nothing to be sorry for. It was a delight running into you today." He is pretty much the most sincere anyone can be about this.

"Yes, it was," she agrees to her shoes, then she gives a little wave and politely flees before she can make more of a fool of herself than she already has.

Eeeeee.

He opens his practice the next day but expects no one to show up this early. And he can barely wait until Sunday.

One person wanders in out of curiosity, but that's about all that happens during work hours.

Aaaaaa when is Sunday going to happen though.

It's still several days away.

He gets two more people who are curious but need no dental work, one drunk, and one very lost person who is looking for a tailor.

He is perfectly charming to all of them—the person looking for a tailor looks cute and he considers hitting on them but for some reason the prospect seems very unappealing—and on the night between Saturday and Sunday he's gonna eat some horrible person or other in Manchester.

Manchester has a number of those!

Would he like to eat this woman who is selling her son to 'clients'?

Uhhh he's not sure where to put the kid after that... maybe he'll drop him in some orphanage? But how without waking him up...

Some other horrible person?

This mugger that's in the middle of mugging a guy?

...sure, that probably counts as a horrible person. He waits until the mugging is done.

The mugging is concluded without incident, and the mugger is delicious.

Hey, look, free money!

Ooh! Cool, money's always nice.

And then it's Sunday!

Fortunately England did not choose this day to suddenly become sunny, so there is nothing at all in the way of meeting the objectively hottest person in the world.

Here she is! At her door, in heels, a lovely dress, and makeup, her red hair pulled back into a lovely complicated updo.

"Hi," she says, upon opening the door.

"Wow," he breathes.

"So what I'm hearing is that this dress does not make me look fat," she says, with a bit of a smirk.

"You look stunning," he says, slipping the smile on again.

"Well thank you." She steps outside and locks the door behind her. "I was promised coffee?"