Prompt from mrspencil: Watson meets a famous author
"Did I hear you were Dr Watson?" A man behind us inquired politely.
I stopped and turned to greet him, pulling my arm out of Holmes' to shake his outstretched hand. "Yes, and my good friend Mr Sherlock Holmes."
"I am Mr Abraham Stoker, and Dr Watson, I must say, I admire your work. I've written a few books myself, though none as successful as yours." Mr Stoker barely spared a glance for Holmes, a quite unusual occurrence in those few months after he had returned from the dead. "I write in a more supernatural vein than yourself. Purely fiction, of course, unlike your Mr Holmes."
I exchanged a look with Holmes. The polite disbelief in his voice was more amusing than offensive, but it did not make me inclined to carry on the conversation further. "Yes, as you can see, Mr Holmes is very much not fictional."
"Watson, our boat," Holmes said sharply, and I allowed myself to be pulled away with only a brief goodbye to Mr Stoker. Once we were far enough away, Holmes remarked, "Mr Stoker may be an even more sentimental writer than you, Watson, judging from his coat. No doubt he shall have great success." His eyes twinkled.