Mom just told Dad contentedly that she has fans. He just smiled mildly, stopped strumming his guitar, and said, "You told 'em about all the fun we had in London and Berlin, right?"
Mom just got all excited and said, "Not even! All I did was talk about shipping Lestrade and Sherlock."
Dad kind of frowned and said, "Sweetheart, really, no one gets fans for shipping crack pairings." (Thank you, Daddy.)
The Interloper
He was fashionably dressed, in a black suit and a salmon tie, his black umbrella swinging adroitly in his hand.
John stared at him for a long moment, looking a bit panicked. He leapt over the counter, landing next to Sherlock at his table, murmuring, "That's the one who offered me money to spy on you."
"Yes," said Sherlock, who had been staring at the visitor with a withering sort of glare that still maintained a cocky sense of detachment and coolness. "I know exactly who this is."
"I thought I locked that door," John whispered in confusion.
"You did."
Prompt was #31: salmon
I love the word "interloper." Interloper: (n). Someone who becomes involved in a place or situation where they are not wanted or are considered not to belong.