He was a criminal mastermind, he had escaped both a black hole and a time lock more than once, he had taken control of worlds and weapons while in exile, he had stolen information from the Time Lords’ oh so precious matrix, he had build a giagantic rocket in a cave at the end of the world and he had used the people inside to quickly become the ruler of the Earth and keep his oldest enemy as a prisoner for a year, he was the Master, one of the last Time Lords and destined for great things and he was trying to remember how to prepare a cinnamon latte inside of a crappy little coffeeshop on a backwater little town at the moment. And all because a certain fool had managed to break their TARDIS in a way that could only be fixed slowly, within a couple of weeks.
With an angry glare towards the other end of the counter the Master could see that said fool was curently tracing cute little stars and planets into the coffee of two giggling Earthgirls. The Doctor was no doubt telling one of his highly amusing stories (which were all lies and made him look much more clever than he really was) and he seemed to enjoy their copany more than he should.
Gritting his teeth the Master stepped up to him and looked at them with a smile he had used to charm all of Great Britain and the world.
“if you are not ordering anything, get out of the way, please. You are blocking the queue.”
That was a lie, too, as the only other customer was a middleaged man who was trying to make sense of the beverages’ names (something the Master hadn’t quite managed himself yet, so it could take ages). His smile scared the girls of anyway so he was left alone with the Doctor who frowned at him.
“Why did you do that? I was chatting with those girls, they are quite nice.”
“It is you who insisted on getting a job for the time we have to spend in this terrible town! So don’t you dare spending your time talking to random human girls instead of doing you work!”
The Doctor blinked at him in surprise and then grinned smugly.
“Oooh~ You’re jealous, is that it? Oh Master, don’t worry, you’re the only one for me, why would I leave you for a Earthly woman?” he asked jokingly.
The Maste responded in the way any mature adult would. By dumping the hot latte on the Doctor’s pants. The barely surpressed cries of pain as he walked away were indeed satisfying and perhaps the weeks in the coffeshop wouldn’t be too bad after all.