Chapter 2
John didn't know where he was going. Metaphorically, it killed him to walk out on Sherlock like that, without giving Sherlock a simple explanation to where he was going. But he needed his space, even just for a little bit.
Walking down the familiar, crowded sidewalks of London, John let his mind wander off, hoping that something else would take his mind off of things.
It was only moments later when John received a text message, did he actually realize where his legs had brought him; to a coffee shop. It was already cold and rainy outside, so John decided to warm up inside and grab a coffee. John stood in line behind a couple of other people, completely forgetting about the text message he had received.
"John? John Watson?" A perky voice queried.
John turned around, his eyes darting from person to person in line before landing on a face he recognized. It was a girl named Jen, whom he had dated a while before breaking it off with her. They had dated for two years, and then a year later, John moved in with Sherlock. Jen was heartbroken, but she had understood.
"Oh, Jen." John greeted her. They both stepped out of line.
Jen smiled. She was still very pretty, her grey eyes still friendly and her shiny, brown hair still in beach curls and it now reached just before mid-waist.
"How've you been? It's been a while!" She said, lightly tapping his arm.
John shrugged. "Everything's fine. How are you?"
"Good, good."
As they took a seat together at a table, time went by quickly. Two hours had gone by, both of them still talking and occasionally laughing at memories or stories that had happened recently.
"Oh my god, I'm going to be late for my audition!" Jen gasped, quickly checking her purse for her cellphone and car keys.
John swallowed the coffee he was drinking.
"Audition? You mean, you're an actress now?" John asked. After hours of talking, she had never mentioned that.
Jen nodded. "Yeah, I just got an agent about a month ago and she's already getting me auditions everywhere. It's quite exciting, really. I haven't gotten a callback yet, but I still have my hopes up."
John genuinely smiled. "That's great, Jen. I'm glad you're happy."
Jen looked at him thoughtfully for a second and smiled widely. "Thanks, John." She got up and took her coat that hung on the back of her seat.
"It was great catching up with you again." She said and unexpectedly, kissed him on the cheek. "I've missed you."
John blushed and had trouble coming up with words to say. "L...likewise."
"Anyway, I must be off. I'd like to talk to you again, my number's still the same. Have you got it?" She inquired.
John nodded, his lips slightly parted and he gaped at her in awe.
"Great." She shrugged her coat on and held her bag. "I hope to hear from you soon."
Then Jen walked out of the coffee shop, softly smiling at John through the windows. John just stared.
Minutes later, John received a text message.
John, where are you?
Are you all right?
SH
John didn't really want to talk. So, he shoved his cellphone back into the pocket of his coat and left the coffee shop.
Maybe he would call Jen later.