"Watson, you're on waiting duty, Hooper called in sick today!" The manager called from the back of the kitchen behind the counter.

"Roger that." John walks out from behind the cash register and made his way over to the aprons hanging on the wall, tying one around his waist.

For an side job, John has enjoyed this 'lil 'ol coffee shop and it's usual quiet group of visitors. A lot of people come almost every day, some only on certain days almost like mini holidays. In here, everyone knows your name and that's what makes life in this shop so inviting for him.

John scouted out his first victim, well, maybe not as much as a victim as his new friend as he looked more for unfamiliar faces to greet.

Just then, a tall ashened, quite handsome to say the least, stood in the doorway. He stood, unmoving for a good while, seeming to be grazing for a seat to claim. John waited patiently for him to take his seat, curiosity overflowing his every being at the sight of this handsome fellow, talk about a new face.

-He sure is a sight. Looks a little uptight for this place with that get up. Blimey, i wonder what he does for a living . . . and what is with that bloody collar of his? He looks like he's trying to draw attention to himself.

Finally, the mysterious, raven headed attention whore ventured over to a two person table, removing his high collared over coat and draping it over one chair as he takes his place in the other across from said chair. With all restraint to 'give this man a while longer to settle' gone, John approached him.

"Evening, sir, welcome to th-" interrupted by the sitting male, gliding his gaze across the newspaper he took from the rack. "The Espresso Room: Home of the worlds best espresso's. 'Would you like something today?' Why thank you for asking," He looks up to John, "Yes, I'll just have the Macchiato, please." Flashing John a grin, then as quickly as it came it was gone from his angular features and he returned to his newspaper.

John blinked a few times, opening his mouth ,then closing it again. Opening his mouth once again, this time actually speaking, "Alright," jotting it down, "coming right up, sir." John began to spine on his heel to walk away, when he heard the stranger speak up.

"Please do be quick about it, i have things i need to attend to." not looking up from his newspaper, turning a page.

"Of course." John noded, turning again on his heel to venture behind the counter and fulfill his order.

Sherlock,, the mysterious man, glanced up again to take a longer, more intricate look at John behind the counter.

-For a man with army experience and a doctorate, why is he working in a coffee shop of all places? Currency issues? In need of a job as an actual doctor- no, is currently a doctor. He might be of interest to me.

Sherlock began to stare at John from behind, observing and coming to conclusions to put this short blonde man- no, John, together.

Preparing the coffee, John involuntarily glances back at Sherlock, who was in fact staring right back at him, quickly John turning his head back and continued on the man's coffee. Finishing up the Macchiato, he places the hot glass mug onto a saucer, upon turning around to greet Sherlock again with his order, he was no where to be see. John's policy smile instantly fell. Where'd he go? The bloody bastard better know he's going to have to pay for this Macchiato.

Walking over to the table he noticed the stranger had left a few things behind: A note, money; placed atop the piece of paper, and his newspaper he was reading. Setting down the espresso, he slipped the note out from under the currency left behind.

Sorry,

I had something to attend to since you took too long to assist me with my evening drink, so i had to depart. I have left behind the approximate amount to pay for the espresso, so don't get your panties in a bunch, John. If possible, could you save that particular drink for me when I return, which will more than likely be at the same time tomorrow. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Sherlock Holmes

John felt his cheeks burn at the fact that the stranger knew his name without him even introducing himself (which is something the manager doesn't need to know, since introduction is the first thing you have to do). John did calm down a little seeing as he left his pay for the espresso he ordered. Looking at the note again, he noticed something he didn't see the first time. In the corner of the piece of paper was a scrawl of letters saying "Turn over", curious, he turned the paper over revealing more longhand writing:

P.S.( Save this seat for me too, if you don't mind. Also, what is an army veteran and doctor working in a coffee shop, anyway? )

That's weird, how did he know John's past military involvement and fact that he's a doctor? Nevertheless, shoving the note into his pocket, he picked up the money left on the table, noticing the stranger left a tip along with his pay, he claims the few dollars into his back pocket. After placing the pay in the cash register and cleaning the table, John went about his day thinking about the strangers unique personality and his name. Sherlock Holmes. His parents must of named him after that famous detective in those books. John's heard that there's a real detective here in London. Wouldn't hurt to ask him if he knew about it, but being that this Sherlock guy figured out he was a veteran and doctor without asking a single question about it. He must either be a detective too or a stalker, if that's the case, John better look out from now on.