What He Doesn't See
"I'm popping out for a bit." John announced from the hallway. "Should be gone for a few hours, if you need me I'll be at-"
"-at Sarah's. Yes, I know." Sherlock supplied without looking away from his computer.
John stood stunned in the doorway. "How can you possibly know that?"
"Easy, you've just come from upstairs but you haven't entered the room. Instead, you are hovering near the coat rack with a hand covering your right pocket as you check for your house keys. Clearly, you're on your way out. It's too late for the clinics to be open so it's not work related. Plus, you put on cologne which you rarely do unless you want to be noticed but you usually overdo it when you met someone new. The fact that I can barely smell you means that you put on just enough to attract attention, but not too much so that you'll stand out. There are a few droplets of cologne on your left ear just below the lobe where there hasn't been enough time for it to sink into your skin, as if you have added it as an afterthought."
"Yeah, okay, that still doesn't explain how you know that I'm seeing Sarah," John pointed out.
"That isn't too difficult considering you received a text from her ten minutes ago asking 'to pop over for a visit' whatever that means," Sherlock sneered and held out his left arm; in his hand he held John's mobile.
"How do you have my mobile?"
"You left it on the counter when you brought down the teacups that had accumulated in your room over the last week."
The phone chimed and before John could stop him, Sherlock had opened the text and read it silently before typing a reply.
"Sher-Sherlock, what did you do?" John insisted. "What did she say?"
"Nothing of importance," Sherlock reassured but didn't elaborate. "What I don't know is what you see in her."
"No, I don't suppose you would." John retorted, walking across the room toward his flat mate.
Sherlock turned as John approached him, watching him carefully as the blond snatched the phone out of his hand, his nostrils flaring.
"Stop stealing my phone," the doctor ordered, securing his scarf inside his jacket. "And quit smelling me."
Sherlock tilted his head back and forth and shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.
"See you later, try not to shoot the wall while I'm away."
"No promises," Sherlock promised a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth as he heard John snort.
"Yeah, okay. Bye Sherlock," John said before he stomped out of the room and trotted down the stairs.
"Bye," he replied sarcastically, leaning back in his chair. He stayed that way for several minutes before coming out of his reverie and returned to his typing.