Sherlock hates dates. I understand him. It's strange but I don't like typical dates. You know, when couple spend time together, eat diner and look in both eyes. It's boring. I like diners but with interesting people. Sherlock doesn't like dinners. Breakfast too. He doesn't eat normal meals.
In my opinion date is when two people spend time together and have fun.
We always have fun.
I love laugh with him. He often doesn't understand my jokes but doesn't matter.
"He must be Sebastian!" Sherlock say.
He stands on the sofa and looks at paper on the wall. I roll my eyes and turn a page in my book. Sebastian isn't a murderer, but Sherlock needn't know it now. I like when he excited doing his work.
"No...no...no!"
He jumps on the sofa. Looks like little, angry boy.
I still read my book. I know, the murderer is this young girl, who I met in the shop yesterday. It's typical murder. She slept with her boss and was very joules. She didn't know about his wife. Once day she met her.
"What?" I ask.
Sherlock looks at me.
"I haven't an element..." he says.
I smile and nod. He doesn't know about Stephanie! He has a lot of clues but he haven't the most important.
"Love" I answer.
He looks like lost child. He doesn't understand. Looks at the wall, later at me.
"Love?" he asks. "Why do you talking about love when I talking about murder?"
I sight and stand up. I must explain everything.
He looks at me. I look at the wall and talking but I know it.
"Why are you staring at me?" I ask.
I still look at papers on the wall.
"Because you're beautiful" he answers.
I smile.
"Stop it. I'm ugly today"
"I like you"
"I'm wearing this horrible pyjama!"
"I still like you"
I end my story about murder.
"Stop it! I know better"
I jump off the sofa and go to bedroom.
It's date. No dinner with candles and sweet cakes, which end hard sex.
I like ours "blood dates".
Sherlock doesn't know about it. He still hate dates.