"Sherlock! You forgot your scarf!" Molly yelled as she turned left out of St. Barts and raced after the tall man with the dark curls and coat.
White coat flapping behind her and with a bundle of "sorry"s sent ahead she raced down the street. She was really glad that he hadn't just gotten a cab like he usually did, or she'd just have looked extra silly.
"Thank God I caught up with you Sherlock," Molly panted, bent double trying to catch her breath. "It's cold ou- Oh!" The man turned around to reveal a slightly perturbed face sat atop a greenish scarf.
Molly blushed, panicked. "I'm so sorry, I, er, thought you were someone else."
"I guessed that." The face grinned. "But you're right, it is cold out. Fancy a coffee? You must be freezing in just that jacket."
Molly glanced down at her attire and grimaced. "Yeah, coffee sounds good."
"I think there's a Starbucks just around the corner."
"Thanks, and again, I'm really sorry," she replied, using the short walk to fold up the scarf and putting it inside one of her lab coat's advantageously spacious pockets.
"Not a problem. I didn't catch your name."
"Molly."
"Tom."
He held the door for her as they walked into the warmth of the Starbucks.
"What can I get for you today?" asked the smiling barista.