If Sherlock didn't have the personality that he has, he'd be a first-class creeper.
Something New
Sherlock caught the eye of the barista behind the counter. Lestrade saw the blond part-timer (New, he supposed, stirring his peach tea thoughtfully) look away quickly under the gaze of the young scientist.
"Did you pick on him?"
Sherlock scoffed, not looking away. "I'm not a child...of course not."
Lestrade kept his eyes on Sherlock and watched a slow flush creep up his pale neck. "Okay, maybe a little."
Lestrade sighed, leaning back. "You shouldn't scare civilians- strangers- with your mind games."
"He wasn't scared," blurted Sherlock suddenly, seeming mildly intrigued at the memory. "He was only...surprised."
Prompt was #17: peach