Jan 16 Lawn outside St. Bart's – m4m
You were tall, dark hair, wearing a heavy wool coat. Texting and drinking something warm from a small white paper cup. I was sitting on a bench nearby, with a cane (war injury). You stopped, looked around, and asked me the time. Before I could tell you, you said "nevermind" and bolted off toward the main road. Was it coffee, or tea? Milk, or sugar? I'd love to buy your next cup…
"Sherlock, this sounds like you," Molly giggled, reading the online message aloud. "And you were out there with a coffee yesterday. Any idea who this guy was?"
"Haven't the faintest, nor can I imagine why I would care," came the distracted reply from behind the microscope.
"I dunno, might be nice to meet someone who took the time to notice you. If someone had posted something like this for me, I'd be tempted to reply."
Sherlock drew his nose up in disgust, but didn't say another word.
"Oh well. I suppose that's why it's call Missed Connections."