Molly's POV

I almost squeal when my phone notifies me of a new e-mail from Anonymous. Still no name, unfortunately. No name and no picture. This guy could be anyone. We've been e-mailing for a few weeks now, we get along really well. We don't have loads in common, but we have enough that we get on. Anyway, I like our good-natured, but slightly aggressive arguments. A couple of days ago Sherlock deduced that I was in a romantic relationship with someone, and even though I was going on a date with someone later that day (which went absolutely terribly), the first person I thought of was Anonymous. He says he can't give me his name because he has a 'reputation' that he wouldn't like me getting involved in just yet. I like the 'just yet' bit. It means there's still a chance. I wait until Mike leaves the room before reading his e-mail:

Hey Molly, how'd you like to meet up some time? Maybe we could eat out somewhere?

My heart skips a beat. There's no way he just sent that. Surely I'm hallucinating. I slap my hand against my mouth to stop myself from screaming with excitement. Oh my gosh. Wow. This is just...Wow. I'm so excited. Just keep calm Molly. Send a calm, composed message back, and then you can freak out. I grin madly as I type my response:

Sure. Where and when? Although, I think I might need a name or a picture so I can recognise you ;)

I giggle as I send the message. I think today might just be the best day of my life. My stomach flips at the idea of meeting him, this stranger that's grown to be my friend...maybe more. I hadn't properly thought about romance for a while now. Men and I, it's usually not worth pursuing...but this. This has made me think.

"What's got you so happy Molly?" I jump as I hear John ask me a question.

"John...I-I didn't see you." When did he walk in here?

"Not surprised, you drifted off a bit there."

"Uh..yeah...So what can I do for you?" I stand up from my desk and walk over to John, who's standing by the door.

"Oh. Sherlock said he asked you for something a few days ago. He sent me to pick it up." John smiles slightly at the mention of Sherlock, I wouldn't be surprised if those two were 'together'. I've never seen Sherlock care for someone the way he does for John.

"Oh yes. Of course. I was wondering when he was going to come get it." I walk over to fetch it then I hand John a bag.

"What is it?" he asks, a curious look on his face.

"Do you really want to know?" I ask. I know he won't like it.

"Best tell me now. I don't want to risk getting curious and looking at it in the train." He gives me a half smile and I giggle slightly at the image in my head.

"If you're sure. It's a couple of hands." I try to say it as nonchalantly as possible, but truth be told, I was a bit uncomfortable with what Sherlock wanted. Most of the time I did what he wanted so that he'd like me. However, I found myself caring less and less as to what he thought. This, of course, meant that I was actually starting to thinking about what I was giving him.

"Oh God...I've changed my mind. I don't want to know any more." I watch as his face twists into one of disgust.

"Too late now. I thought you'd be used to it by now anyway." He shakes his head slightly. He looks like he's going to throw up. "Tell you what, John. If you're really uncomfortable I could drop it off later. It's not urgent otherwise he would have got it himself."

"Would you? Thanks Molly, you're a star." He gives me a look of appreciation and I smile back. "Anyway, you never told me..."

"Told you what?" I ask, confused.

"Why you were so happy." It's at this point that I realise that I haven't told anyone. No one at all. No one knows about my conversations with the charming Anonymous.

"Oh, I have a date...I think. I'm not really sure what it is. Just two friends meeting up, I suppose." I feel my cheeks heat up and I shift my gaze to the floor. I look up to see a look of dismay flash across John's face. I'm not sure why though. It lasts for less than a second and then he's smiling as if nothing's happened, leaving me to wonder if I ever really saw him sad.

"That's great Molly, I'll be off then. Thanks for dropping it off, I'll see you in a bit then." He rushes towards the door.

"Ok...uh...bye John." I don't think he hears me as he leaves the room. Well that was weird, wonder what happened there. I hear my phone ping and I smile as I realise he's e-mailed me again.

I know this place called The Railway Tavern that I really like. We could go there if you like Thai. I suppose I could give you my name...we've known each other for a long time and you're much more interesting than any other girl that I've met. I'm Seb, nice to meet you.