Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. I'm just a huge fan!
Molly was on her lunch break. She had just entered the cafeteria when Sherlock spotted her. "You look nice today," Sherlock said, giving Molly a charming smile, and scanning over her appearance.
Molly tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear. She was aware that Sherlock was only flirting with her so that she would give him access to the corpses, but she didn't mind. She was desperate for any sort of affection from Sherlock, whether it was genuine or not.
They had conversed in the cafeteria many times before but Molly found it odd that she had never actually seen him eating. She couldn't help but flatter herself into thinking that he might be there just to see her.
His gaze was intense, and she couldn't stop the blush that was forming on her cheeks. "Thanks," she responded.
"I need a favor," he whispered, keeping his voice low so no one near could hear him. Sherlock took Molly's arm, pulling her aside so they could talk more privately. He spoke at a fast pace, but Molly wasn't paying attention. She was staring at his lips. They looked so soft and kissable. "… This is extremely important!"
"Molly, are you listening?"
"What? Oh, sorry." Molly looked away.
Sherlock went on, struggling to conceal his annoyance. "I have to go. Come by my apartment tonight around seven. Eat before you come. We'll discuss this then," he said quickly and left before she had a chance to respond.
Molly pulled her phone out from her pocket. This better be important, she thought, before dialing Jim's number, and canceling their dinner date.
a/n: Sorry to anyone that read my other stories and asked for me to update them. I will, but I'm going to try and finish this story first, since this is the one I'm most inspired to write at the moment. Reviews are always appreciated!