You can do this, Sherlock thought to himself. It's just a simple question. Would you accompany me to the ball? He was walking towards Molly Hooper who was talking with Rose in the misty courtyard.
He went through a battle plan in his head.
First, get her alone. Next, ask her smoothly but confidently. John also mentioned that he shouldn't tell her that she's part of an experiment…ever. Finally, he'd have to be clear that they were not as everybody would say "going steady." This was only for one night.
Before he knew it he was standing in front of the girls. Molly immediately stopped talking. "Rose, do you mind if I talk to Molly alone?" he asked in that deep voice of his. "Sure," sniffed Rose. She had obviously been crying. "I'll see you in the dorms, Molly," she said walking away sadly.
Sherlock and Molly stared at each other awkwardly. Pull yourself together, Sherlock told himself. Why shouldn't he be nervous? This was his first time asking a girl to accompany him…anywhere. And he definitely knew that Molly wouldn't (couldn't) start a conversation.
Sherlock cleared his throat. "Molly, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the Yule Ball?" he said quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Molly stood wide-eyed. At first she thought she was dreaming. She had to be. Sherlock would never ask her out. Nobody would. This was just a weirdly vivid dream. "Molly?" Sherlock only made it worse by saying her name.
She forgot how to speak. Everything about him was so perfect. His eyes, his hair, and his voice.
Wait a minute…had she answered him yet?
"Umm…y- yes," she stuttered nervously. "However I would like to point out that this does not in any way affect the small relationship we already have," he added. "Oh," Molly responded. She should've known that there was a catch.
At least she got a date to the ball. With none other than Sherlock Holmes. "I understand," she said lowering her eyes. "Okay...I'm...um, glad you understand," Sherlock said awkwardly. John didn't say how to leave the person. Do you have to say something charming? Or just leave suddenly?
He did the latter. Before Molly knew it he was gone.
