Author's Note: This is the second chapter, they will hopefully be one more after this. Thank you to all the people who have reviewed!
Disclaimers: I do not own the Big Bang theory or any of its characters.
Sheldon trudged behind Howard and Raj, stating his opinion about the absurdity and injustice of this endeavour. It was times like this that he wished he had been able to finalise his death ray. Why should he have to suffer through a dreadfully tedious meeting, with a lesser mind, just because he had an aversion to soiled hosiery? He spent the car ride debating whether or not to give Wolowitz and Koothrappali the classic nena-nena, or his preferred look of haughty derision when this so called 'date', enlisted with the help of a lone sock, proved to be the disaster he predicted. It was evident that the algorithms used by match-making sites were complete hokum, and designed to prey on the gullible or the lonely, of which he was neither. He planned to tell whoever he was meeting this, and maybe suggest that instead they try a nightclub, or the Apple Genius Bar.
Sheldon narrowly missed bumping into the back of Raj as he stopped abruptly. "I think this is the place." He already had to fight back a comment, proving once again that this was a waste of his time, time that could be better spent unravelling the mysteries of the universe, or pre-sorting and pre-soaking his laundry. He neither drank coffee or visited shops that sold it, as he promised his mother he would not partake in drugs when he moved to California. " Did you really have to arrange this fiasco at a coffee shop? Considering you supposedly answered all the questions exactly how I would, I would have thought y'all would know me a little better" with a brief shake of his head he pushed open the door.
He was hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible so he could go home, complete his laundry and watch a rerun of 'Wrath of Khan on the SyFy channel. "In a few minutes when I gloat over the failure of this enterprise, how would you prefer I do it? the standard I told you so, the classic nena-nena, or my usual look of haughty derision?" Just as he had selected the optimum gloating technique, a women spoke up behind him,causing him to spin to acknowledge her. "Excuse me, I'm Amy Farrah Fowler, you're Sheldon Cooper".
Once Amy Farrah Fowler had clarified that all psychical contact, up to and including coitus were off the table, Sheldon felt more at ease. He was glad to see that she was modestly dressed, as he was dreading having to meet with someone that flaunted around in attire Penny usually sported. He even surprised himself by willingly offering to buy her a beverage. Something about this women instantly intrigued him, and he found himself wanting to find out more about her. Something that seldom occurred with many people. He was pleased to find out that she was a women of high intellect, just one I.Q point shy of him, and she was also a fellow scientist. Even if he did think her specialised field of neurobiology, was full of yucky, squishy stuff. They conversed about a variety of things from where they attended college, to the annoyance felt by both parties that the flags in front of the Pasadena courthouse were flying in the wrong order. Not once during the conversation did he feel he had to explain something in simpler terms so that she would understand, which he constantly had to do when talking to others. Both scientists lost track of time and their conversation was uninterrupted, until Howard walked up to their table and cleared his throat, "erm Sheldon, it's 8 o'clock, isn't it laundry night?" Sheldon glanced down at his watch and hastily got to his feet before turning to face Amy. " I must bid you goodnight, as it appears I may be running behind on my laundry schedule, it has been a pleasure talking to you "
" It has been a pleasure talking to you as well, " As she began to get ready to leave, Sheldon felt a wave of something unexplainable wash over him, and what he said next left Wolowitz and Koothrappali speechless. "Amy I have enjoyed talking with you immensely, would you mind if we swapped contact details, so we can carry on conversing" She looked stunned for a second but quickly nodded, and proceeded to get a pen and notepad out of her bag. As they passed contact details to one another, she looked up at him and smiled, a smile he found himself returning. "Good night Sheldon", "Goodnight Amy". As he watched her walk away he couldn't help but think, what's life without whimsy?
In that moment he completely forgot it was laundry night,again.
Author's Note: Thanks to all the people who have reviewed, please keep reviewing it really helps! Sorry if the characters seem OOC :)