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TheHeadphoneGirl
When Sherlock arrived at the alabaster building, he could see Molly making her way towards him. Immediately, Sherlock saw something was wrong. Her bag was on her left shoulder, not her right. Her pony tail was leaning so she was either in a rush or couldn't fix it in place properly. Due to the fact she is 4 minutes early as usual, it was probably the latter.
"Good Morning Sherlock" she said brightly. "How can I help?"
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, sounding impatient.
"Nothing, what makes you think something's wrong?"
"Your bag and hair to be quite frank, Molly."
"Listen Sherlock, I know our taste in clothes isn't exactly the sa-"
"No no," Sherlock interrupted "mean your hair is lopsided and your bag is on the wrong shoulder, what's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing to worry about," she said, making her way to the door, "I just didn't sleep well last night. Anyway, what can I do for you?
Sherlock and Molly carried on as usual that day. She carrying on her normal duties, while Sherlock sat in his stool, looking at slides and occasionally asking for her input. Then, near the end of her shift, Molly packed him 3 fingers and an eyeball to keep him busy and they left, going in opposite directions.