The incoming text alert chimed on Sherlock's mobile.
Dearest Brother. - M
What do you want? - SH
Thought this might interest you. - M
Rolling his eyes, he clicked on the embedded link, which opened a new browser tab:
Jan 27 Tall Bloke, Wool Coat? m4m
It's been awhile. Haven't seen you. Logical in a city this size, I know, but it somehow feels like something's missing. You've never responded. Maybe you've never seen these. Whoever you are, you're obviously brilliant, and likely don't waste time with this nonsense.
Sherlock blinked hard in the glare of sunlight off snow. He had kept himself from checking this page for three days. Three days in which he constantly found himself distracted by his desire to check this page. Why? Why this? Why now?
It doesn't matter, he interrupted his own thoughts. As if he was determined to prove to himself that he wasn't interested in this mystery admirer, he deleted Mycroft's text and immediately opened the dating app.
Jan 27: Inbox (1)
Sapiosexual. I looked it up. Works for me, thought I don't know if I'll quite meet your standards. Do you think it's worth a try?
John
Jan 27: Sent Messages
John,
Could you meet for coffee day after next?
Sherlock
Jan 27: Inbox (1)
Sherlock,
Sounds good. I'm off from the clinic that day. Time and place?
John
P.S. – This would be my first date with a man, so please understand that I'll be a bit nervous.
Well this would be my first date ev-
He didn't let himself finish the thought. For better or worse, at least Mycroft will have to stop harassing me for awhile.
Jan 27: Sent Messages
St. Bart's Hospital, Lab 305. Say 3pm?
SH
Jan 27: Inbox (1)
See you then. – John
