John's phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat in the back of the dark cab, muttering to himself. The driver threw him worried glances in the rear view mirror, but focused only on his own frustration, John ignored it. He sighed and pulled his phone roughly from his pocket, reading the message quickly;
'John, I'm bored. SH'
"Oh, for goodness sake." John tapped out a quick message and sent it back;
'Put the bloody kettle on, then. The date finished pretty early and I'm on the way home, thanks to you and your bloody boredom. John Watson'
He rubbed his eyes as another text pinged through – not a minute after his reply.
'You told me to let you know what I was getting up to, John, you have only yourself to blame. Why did you even go on the date anyway? You obviously weren't interested. SH'
John let out an exasperated sigh, earning him another glare from the taxi driver. He punched in his reply and pressed the send button.
'Sherlock, I wanted to know if you were burning the bloody flat down. It wasn't an invitation to text me every 10 minutes, you know. And what do you mean I wasn't interested? Of course I was bloody interested. Sarah's a lovely girl.'
Muttering, he flung his phone across the back seat, leaving it to rest on the other chair.
"Of course I was interested. Why would I have bloody gone on the date if I wasn't... And stop signing every bloody text, you moron." He sighed to himself, exasperated.
The reply came within seconds, but John ignored it, instead choosing to watch as the street lights flickered across the dark window. On the second, ping, though, he gave up and picked it up again, frustrated with himself.
'Apologies. I'm sure you were hugely interested, John, considering her name was Mary. SH'
'Tea's done. SH'
John flung his phone back to the other side of the seat, catching the eye of the taxi driver in the mirror.
"Sorry," he sighed, resting his hand in his hands as they made their way through London.