Miss perfect
A annoying note: The smallish fic ever I guess, Just what molly was thinking before trying to ask Sherlock for coffee...Somehow I have the feeling that my note will last longer than my fic.
Molly look at herself in mirror, Her hands griping the base of sink. "Your going to ask him to day" She told herself in what she felt was a strong voice.
Letting go of the sink she pulled a pink lipstick out her bag and applied it carefully.
She gave herself a confident smile, Smooth her hair and straighten her lab coat. She walk out the loo like she was miss perfect again, And marched in morge ready to face him...