a/n: a chapter for patemalah21, with best wishes.
Sherlock and friends do not belong to me.
Thanks to MapleleafCameo and johnsarmylady for assistance:-)
At the end of the previous chapter, Sherlock and Molly had embarked on a second date...
Molly Hooper's Date
Chapter seven
At first, they sit sipping in silence at Speedy's,
No sound
Apart from the clatter of cups filled with coffee;
Fresh-ground.
A moment's peace found.
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Molly regards her companion and hides a small smile,
Aware that what causes frustration can also beguile.
She is calm and clearheaded;
Expectations have steadied.
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Sherlock regards every customer as they come in;
Deducing the secrets they carry; good deeds or past sin.
Molly's encouraging words let the stories begin.
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Molly relaxes as snapshot scenarios flow;
Of spousal abandonment, crimes and the debts which they owe.
The art of the greatest consulting detective on show.
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The tale of a cheating car salesman;
A mother, bereft;
A plumber regretting
The loss of the girl he has left;
Each description is deft.
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An absorbing few minutes
Then Molly joins in with the same
Precise observations of habit, and motive, and aim.
They both play the great game.
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A youth rushes past with a vaguely familiar air
And Sherlock is up in an instant and topples his chair.
What next?
A swift text.
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Molly is witness as Sherlock takes off down the street;
A note left in haste on the table, her date is complete.
Short but sweet.
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A blur flashes past from two hundred and twenty one B;
John Watson obeying the call, instantaneously.
Molly can tell
That all will be well.
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She orders a fresh cup of coffee, and gets out a book;
She'd brought it in case her original plans came unstuck.
Not just luck.
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The note dropped in haste;
Left to cover the bill?
Perhaps?
Wait...
"The theatre.
St Martins.
The Mousetrap.
Next Monday.
At eight."
A third date!
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