Sherlock Holmes was not a morning person. In fact, he was not an any time of the day person. However, being that it was currently 3am and he was stuck in what seemed to be an endless line of insomniacs and people just getting off the night shift that had all gotten together and plotted to invade the coffee shop, HIS coffee shop he corrected mentally, he was considered a non morning person. He tapped his foot impatiently, head ache growing as the last remnants of his high dropped him down into the abyss. He glared at the gum cracking college girl working the counter and wished on her a violent and timely death. He could kill these people without getting caught...he just nee- the bell rang out suddenly and he heard fast but uneven footsteps (psychosomatic) dart from the door forward and he caught a flash of blonde hair as a small boy darted by. His face screwed up in fury but then relaxed somewhat when he noted the cafe's apron flapping loosely out of his messenger bag. The boy slid behind the counter and immediately started taking the orders of the somewhat irate customers. He was much quicker than the gum cracker and pretty soon Sherlock was face to face with the late arrival. His nametag said "John", weren't all baristas supposed to have cool names, he thought. "I apologize for the wait! What can I get you, mate?" Sherlock snorted and large, dark blue eyes met his with a confused look. "You apologize for the wait as if you were doing something important. Snogging with your boyfriend is not an acceptable excuse for me not receiving my coffee in a timely manner. I hope you tell him so you will be better prepared and on time in the future. Extra large, black. And a chocolate muffin." The barista's eyes widened and a blush had covered the tips of his ears in a brilliant red. He sputtered and glared at Sherlock, "H-how did you know that? I apologized and that's not very polite to assume anything about my love life when I don't even know you!" Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Oh but I know quite a bit about you. You're a first year medical student based on the level one basic anatomy book hanging out of your bag. Must be at St. Barts because that's the only hospital within running distance. You work multiple jobs. I know this because when you pulled out your wallet to find your name tag there were two other pay stubs that were not for this establishment. And as for knowing about the snogging...your lips are swollen and a rather impressive hickey is showing up on your neck but there's no trace of lipstick and your phone is also open with a text from "James 3"." Sherlock drew an exaggerated heart in the air and folded his arms to stare moodily at the man (he was in med school so not a boy) waiting for the usual phrase he received whenever he did that. "That...that...that was brilliant!" Sherlock's head snapped up to see a smiling and wide eyed man in front of him, "R-really?" The other nodded enthusiastically, "That was all correct! That's crazy! It was like magic or something!" Sherlock let a small smirk grace his features and a chuckle escaped his mouth, "Yes. Though I'd love to talk about how amazing I am, I really must be going." The barista nodded and flushed in embarrassment before scrambling to fix Sherlock's order. He signed the receipt quickly and handed the drink and muffin to the tall, thin man. "Thank you...John." The shorter man smiled, "No problem! Wait what's your name? Just in case you come in again!" Sherlock took a sip of his drink and pulled up his collar to ward off the cool night outside, "It's Sherlock." And left the coffee shop.
A/N: ANND THEY MEET! Well here's the second chapter after a lot of waiting! Please review and John will give you muffins too! He baked them especially for Johnlock fans!