Told Mama today that she has a bit of a fanbase now among the readers of this fic. She looked up from her book, stared at me for a second, then smirked and looked proud of herself.
Handsome Intruder
It was closing time at Bean There, but Sherlock always stayed in after to wait for John. As John wiped down the counter and turned off the machines (Mike had left early to study for a test), Sherlock sat on one of the tabletops and read his book.
Despite the door being locked, they heard the quiet clinging of the little copper bell that hung above it. Surprised, John glanced up from his cleaning, as did Sherlock, whose eyes lazily flicked up from his book.
In stepped a dapper gentleman with a black umbrella. He looked at them and smiled.
Prompt was #38: copper