Aria brushed off her dress and fluffed her hair. This was it. Time for dinner. She lifted her hand to the door of the flat and froze. You still have time to back away from this..No you don't! If you do Sherlock will know what's up...But if you go in there he'll find a way to expose you...but-
"Aria?" A voice called her out of her inner-dialogue. It was John, he had opened the door without her noticing.
"Sorry, I, erm, was thinking." Aria said keeping her voice from wavering.
"It's fine, come in." John said opened the door wider and she stepped in.
The flat was cramped but cleaner than her's. There were books and beakers everywhere. Cluttering the floor by the kitchen table mostly. Aria wasn't the only one who noticed the kitchen floor. John walked over to it heatedly.
"Sherlock! I thought I told you to clean the kitchen!" John yelled, "Sorry about this," He then said a little quieter to Aria.
Aria shook her telling him it was fine. Really it bid her more time to figure out how Sherlock was going to figure her out.
"I did clean the kitchen John. You told me to clear off the table so I did." Sherlock pointed to the mess on the ground. Aria opened her eyes wide. All that was on the table? She shrugged. She couldn't judge. Her table was full of money off of the paintings she sold. Both original and forgeries.
"Ugh, Sherlock. You are the thickest genus I have ever met." John said waving them to sit down at the table.
They all sat while John pushed the junk on the floor over a bit. Sherlock sat across from Aria looking at her like he was trying to figure something out. Aria did her best to stay calm under the glare. All things considered she did fairly well.
Her age is what he couldn't figure out. She was clearly trying to look older. But she only looked about twenty-two. So how old was she really? Why couldn't he figure this out?!
"I'm sorry about Sherlock, now where were we?" John said finally sitting down, breaking the tension a bit.
"I was just about to ask a question." Sherlock said barely missing a beat.
Aria's heart skipped. She lived on the edge. She was used to being too close to people who could lock her up in prison for the rest of her life. But this, this was wayy too close. All she really wanted to do was run away. You can't, she told herself, just make it through the main course.
"Your question?" Aria asked cooly.
"When did you graduate from university?"
"I didn't go."
That got Sherlock no where. The room grew quiet with discomfort. John opened and closed his mouth a few times before he announced the main course. With one swift motion he retrieved the meal and placed it in the center of the table. The meal looked incredible. Aria let this distract her from the detective sitting across from her and began eating immediately. The food was just as incredible tasting as it looked. Everything was quiet and going well until Sherlock's phone rang...and rang. He looked over to John as in asking permission to take the call. The death stare on John's face answered the question quite clearly. However the phone kept ringing..and ringing...and..
"Oh! Just pick it UP already." John said giving in.
Sherlock answered it and what followed made Aria extremely uneasy.
Sherlock's conversation with the other line:
"Hello? Yes...ah...yes I do believe I have someone...yes you imbecile!"
Aria became smaller in her seat. This was not going to go well.