Characters: Owen, Tosh.
Written For: Challenge 501: Notice at tw100.
Summary: Owen surprises Tosh.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Arriving at the Hub later than usual, Tosh hurried to her workstation and turned her computers on. A few feet away at his own desk, Owen glanced up. “What happened, you oversleep?” he asked, then… “Did you do something to your hair? It looks really nice.”
Tosh had indeed just got her hair cut and styled; it had been getting too long, which could be a nuisance when you worked for Torchwood, and anyway the alien gunk that had got into it the previous evening had set solid, welding the ends on one side into a solid clump that wouldn’t wash out. Her only option had been to cut off the affected section, and she’d decided getting it done professionally was probably a better idea than trying to do it herself. She just hadn’t expected Owen of all people to notice.
“What do you want, Owen?” she sighed.
“Really? Usually you only compliment me when you need something.”
“I guess I do.” Owen smiled sheepishly. “There is one little thing you could do for me…”
‘Here it comes,’ thought Tosh. “What’s that?”
“Have dinner with me tonight?”
He sounded serious.
“That would be lovely.”
Owen grinned. “It’s a date.”