"Why did you even call us?" John asked angrily in the cab on their way to their flat.
"I didn't know the case would be that easy!"
"God, you're even worse than him." he muttered.
"Should I take it as a compliment?" Sherlock asked.
"No."
"Should I take it as a compliment?" Roxanne asked.
"No."
The couple laughed.
"I understand why you like him – for some reason, I do too. What I don't understand is why you like her." John was incapable of restraining his irritation any longer.
"John!" Sherlock scolded him loudly.
"It's fine, Sherlock. To be honest – I don't understand it either."
John was a bit surprised by her answer. One moment she was arrogant, the next shy. It made getting to know her much harder.
"Well, I'm starving." she said after a moment of silence.
"We can order something over."
"Or you could cook."
The men laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"He never cooks. Never. He barely makes himself a cup of tea." the shorter man said as he laughed.
"Really?" she asked in an inquisitive tone. "Because your brother told me you used to cook very often when you two were younger."
"Wha – Sherlock? Cooking? That's something I'd like to see."
"Be careful what you wish for." Sherlock murmured.