It's only five minutes in the tiny cafe when Sherlock Holmes sees him; He sits in a corner by himself, the fluorescent lights above casting down. His hair is a mess of peppered silver and gold, his deep blue eyes bright as he types frantically on his laptop. The boy seems to cave in on himself, small but strong, posture straight.

Sherlock turns his eyes away to the window by him. Raindrops splatter against the glass, running down. He watches his own reflection in one of the drops, as the drop breaks apart into two, still carrying the distorted reflection of him.

Despite himself, his eyes wander back to the boy in the corner. Sherlock is able to take a better look, deducing the boy's life down in a few seconds time. But his thoughts are shattered when Molly Hooper comes up to his table, setting down his coffee order. "Here you go, Sherlock. I was calling your name for a while, but you didn't seem to notice me-it. You didn't notice it." She bites her lip, turning her face down, a pink blush crawling across.

Sherlock glances up at Molly, nodding unconsciously. "Thank you, Molly."

She stands there for another moment, obviously pondering over something, or perhaps waiting for Sherlock to say more. When he doesn't, turning his attention back to his raindrop reflection, Molly walks away, the squeak of her sneakers against the floor signalling her departure.

Sherlock sighs, taking his coffee in his grasp, bringing it to his lips. He sets it down on the table, reaching down an arm to pick up his bookbag by his feet. It's full, and he grunts as he lifts it onto the table, careful so as to not spill his drink.

The flap comes undone by itself, and Sherlock slips out a book along with his own laptop, opening it. The screen lights up with Sherlock's blog, The Science of Deduction, and Sherlock quickly skims through the forums, filled with bites and remarks of malice, violence, and hate. He ignores them, stopping on one particular comment, made a few minutes ago by an unknown guest, "This is fantastic!"

Sherlock stares at the sentence, rereading it over and over again to make sure he's not in a drug induced haze. (He doesn't remember taking any recently, he's been clean for a few weeks now, so he admits it's silly that's what he first believes must be happening)

After rereading it for the thirty ninth time, he concludes the person meant it to be a sarcastic remark disguised as a compliment by a simple exclamation point. Who in their right mind (Like their minds were ever right) would purposely compliment Sherlock Holmes?