Molly Hooper had a crush on Sherlock. She knew that much. She also knew that she got a bit tounge-tied around him, that her face would flush, and that her heart would start to pound.
Sherlock was nice. A bit demanding, but nice. He had a nice skin tone. And eyes. And face. . .
Molly knew she shouldn't get involved in him. She knew what he did for a living and she had already dated his archnemisis, so that probably wasn't going to make him like her any sooner. But there was something about him. She wasn't sure what, but it was a good something. She was sure Sherlock would actually see her one day. Until then, she would have to keep Molly Hooper, lab technician.
She would also have to make sure that there was extra coffee, just in case he stopped by.
I plan to run this for the duration of the summer. Stay tuned!