He makes her feel so dumb.
It was getting annoying. She was the one with the medical degree and still she was making him coffee. Black, two sugars.
"Here you go," she said, putting the cup beside the microscope he was using. And all she got back was a small grunt.
She observed him as he didn't even look at the coffee, but just inhaled the smell, as if he was making sure she really brought him coffee. His eyes shot up as he smelt something else.
"Is that a new perfume?" he asked, turning to her. Molly rolled her eyes.
"No," she said, rather irritated. She hoped he would let go of the topic before she would have to explain herself, why her perfume was so noticeable. "I always use this one."
"I hadn't smelt it before," Sherlock said and inhaled deeply with his nostrils ready to show off. "A scent of something fruity and fresh. Huh, I thought you were more of a vanilla and chocolate scent kind of girl."
Molly opened her mouth to argue, but he silenced her with contiuing talking.
"Uh, and you used way to much. Going on a date with a special someone?" he grimaced. Molly almost snorted. As if he was interested in her love life.
"No, if you must know, Toby spilled it this morning," Molly mumbled. She hated the fact he was now critisizing her about her own perfume. She hated the fact he critisized her about anything, but she always put up with it, hoping it will be different sometime.
"And you did what? Wiped it up with your shirt?" Sherlock mockingly asked her.
"Of course not," she said. "I'm not that dumb. I don't know what obsessed him, but he jumped right at me, making me spill the perfume all over myself."
"I know you're not that dumb, Molly," Sherlock said as he took one last glance in the microscope. "I hardly think you're dumb at all. Still, don't you think you could change your shirt before you left home?"
"I was in a hurry," Molly said. "I was already late, I didn't have time to change."
"Well, thank god," Sherlock said as he stood up and started putting on his coat, glancing at Molly. "Knowing what your disgraceful wardrobe appears like, I am certain that you don't own a top that would fit you as well as this one does."
With that, he left, leaving the dumbfounded Molly alone in the lab.
Am I really as dumb as I think, or did Sherlock Holmes really just pay me a sincere compliment?
(A/N: I hope y'all liked it ;D please tell me what you think!)