a/n: Hello! This is a Sherlolly au. I have no promises for updates, but I have a few chapters written advance. This is an au prompt I got from tumblr, so no credit for me. If I owned Sherlock, Sherlolly would be canon already. Thanks! Reviews are appreciated ;)
"Welcome to Hooper's Flowers and Cafe, how may I help you?" Molly waited as her customer gave her the long winded story of his wife of not twenty years and how he was planning to send her twenty roses throughout her work day, each one with a love note attached. He asked if he gave her the notes and the order if they could put it together and deliver them throughout the day. A hopeless romantic, Molly actually liked hearing the stories. "Of course we can do that. It will be a little more, that would fall under this category." she tapped the flier listing their different services and the prices.
"Okay! That sounds good. Our anniversary is a week from today. Am I too late?"
"Not at all. As long as the notes can get here within a few days, this is more than manageable. This is very romantic, I am sure she will love it," Molly replied with a smile.
"Thank you. I actually already have them." He handed a stack of notes all written in neat handwriting, on different pieces of decorative paper. "And this is the order that they go in."
Molly smiled. "And I just need for you to fill out this delivery form down here." She took one from the stack and handed it to him with a pen. "Press fairly hard because you're making two copies."
The transaction went fine, she smiled as he left. It was a slow business. Most people bought flowers from the grocery store. She had started selling other things, adding to what they offered. Chocolates, cards, anything to get them to come by. Lately, they started even selling coffee and a bit of food. This attracted people. Still, the only reason why she was able to pay rent was that she only employed a few college students to work part time and help out. Other than that, she was alone.
This, of course, let her use a lot of her time staring at the other half of the building. It was originally a slightly larger store, now being rented to two small businesses. "Redbeard's Tattoos" and "Hooper's Flowers and Cafe." The owner of the other business was a tall man with unruly black hair, the most beautiful eyes, and sharp cheekbones. From what she knew, he lived with an elderly landlady on the other side of town. He didn't employ anyone. He had a friend who was often by, sometimes with who she suspected was his wife. Today was one of those days where he looked especially perfect. She wondered what a conversation between them would be like.