Hello my marvelous readers. It is the date texts. You are wondering why would they text on this date, weelllll, you have to read to know . I am doing something different if you like it I might do it for other texts, but if not I will continue only doing what I normally do. Just let me know.
Sherlock is bold and Molly is underlined.
Who are you texting? We are on a date and you are not suppose be texting anyone.
Lestrade. He has a case.
No. You will not take the case.
Of course not. We had an agreement. I am just texting him that I cannot take it tonight. You are texting me so you are breaking the agreement.
I am not. We could stop texting and actually talk.
I prefer to text.
Are you really this nervous about our date?
I am not nervous.
Then stop texting me.
Sherlock put his phone down as Molly smiled sheepishly at him. Molly felt so nervous as she took another bite of her pasta. When Sherlock came to her flat unannounced, she was in her jammies and not ready for his visit at all and Molly just thought it would lead to something. It was just as awkward and uncomfortable as this moment. They talked for a few minutes about the date and then Sherlock left. The funny thing was that Sherlock left his scarf. Was he so distracted as to have forgotten his scarf? This kept Molly's hopes up. A very small hope, but it was there. He had finally admitted that she would always count and that terrified and gave Molly excitement. Their relationship was no longer friends, but something a little complicated.
"Are you enjoying your dinner?" asked Molly as she notice Sherlock had only taken two bites of his food.
"Yes," said Sherlock shortly. He was bored and Molly had no idea what to do. Their texts had been flirty and fun, but Molly in real life was nervous and had no clue as to say to Sherlock.
"What was the case Lestrade had?" Molly asked as Sherlock's eyes started to sparkle in excitement.
"The disappearance of a supposedly famous man's fiancé. It is most intriguing case, but I will start on the case tomorrow," said Sherlock as he looked at his phone eagerly.
"You really want to be on the case right now," said Molly as she felt a little guilty that she was keeping him from his one true love, his work.
"Yes, but we had an agreement," said Sherlock as he looked at Molly and it was hard for her not feel weak at the knees. His green-blue eyes were her weakness and he knew that fact.
"Since you received such an interesting case, why don't you take it? I do not mind, we can resume this another time," said Molly as Sherlock smiled at Molly for a moment and then went back to his somber expression.
"You are truly a remarkable woman, Molly," complimented Sherlock as he rose quickly from his chair, grabbing his coat and putting on his scarf. He placed enough money to pay both Molly's and his own dinner and gave Molly soft kiss on the cheek then he was gone in a flash. It was not the best date Molly has been on, but it was something.
There you go. I said his eye color was blue-green because I have no idea what actual color they are. Ocean? Rain drops? Drop dead gorgeous? Yes. Anyway, enough about his beautiful eyes and I thought it would be a little weird to have Molly and Sherlock text during the entire date, so story form would suffice. I might do this for another chapter I have in mind, but we will see. Check out dellastreet's story as always.