Hey, guys! This is my first fan fiction I've written, and obviously posted, about the adventures of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson! So please, go easy on me. However, I am open for constructive criticism and any comments! Believe it or not, this actually happened to a friend and I while at a football game. A stranger came up to the both of us while we were talking, screamed 'random selfie!' and took our picture. Let's just say he and I were not amused, LOL. But yeah, I think that's all I have for now, besides the fact that I don't own Sherlock, much to my disappointment, and probably never will. Anyway, enjoy!
Title: Random Selfie!
Rating: K
Idea: Sherlock and John are both victims of a "random selfie" taker.
"Come along now, John," Sherlock moved briskly, coat tails flapping in the breeze. Like a river, he snaked through the crowds of people, trying to reach Angelo's.
His companion, John Watson, easily matched Sherlock's pace, and yet the genius barely cast a glance at the blonde on his right side. John rolled his eyes as Sherlock silently dismissed him, and wondered silently if their waiter would mistake them for a couple... Again. Not that he minded, of course.
Sherlock reached out and swung open the heavy wooden door, holding it open for his companion before walking in himself. A little twinkle sounded and the door slammed to a close. A few people glanced up at the bang but resumed their conversations momentarily.
John prodded Sherlock towards their usual table by the window, and placed a menu in his hands. Sherlock flipped open the menu, took a brief look, and folded it back up.
"You getting the usual?" John tilted his head, and Sherlock nodded, pressing the tips of his fingers together in his usual fashion. He pressed them against his lips as he quietly watched John scrutinize the menu.
Sherlock wondered absently why it took so long for normal people to order. If you know what you like, then why not go ahead and get it in the first place?
"I think I know what I'm getting." John smiled and began folding his menu back up.
"Oh?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"I think I'll try the-"
"Smile! Random selfie!" An American accent chirped. Both John and Sherlock were blinded as a brilliant white flash lit up the room.
John blinked frantically to clear his vision of the white spots dancing in front of his eyes. Sherlock burst up, knocking his chair to the ground. He was glaring at the obviously American, petite girl running away from their table with a red cased iPhone opened on the camera app. She looked over her shoulder and gave a flirtatious wink to the two men before dashing out the door.
"What... What just happened?" John asked, confused. Sherlock turned to look at his clueless friend. The detective frowned slightly as he ran the recent events through his mind.
"I'm not sure," Sherlock grumbled, looking extremely displeased at for once not knowing something. "What's a… 'Random Selfie'?"
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Outside of Angelo's, the American smiled to herself, glancing at the picture of herself beaming with the scowling dark-haired man and wide-mouthed, confused blonde.
She grinned widely, shoving her phone into her bag as she strolled off, on the lookout for her next selfie victim.