~ Falling Away With You ~ Sherlock - w/ reader insert

“Thank you...I’m sorry I don’t know what your name is” Sherlock said, taking the fork for his cake.

“Oh...It’s [Name], enjoy your treats” She smiled, sweet dimples appeared in either sides of her cheeks. Turning around to get back to work, his voice spoke up.

“Why not stay? Are you due for a break yet?” He questioned.

Her stomach suddenly turned to butterflies, although there was no reason to. Just a polite customer she thought to herself.

“In fact...I’m finishing my shift in about 5 minutes, I can go serve one more customer and come back...if that’s okay?” She returned.

“That’s great” Sherlock grinned at her, but before she turned on her heel to go back to the counter; his voice raised again.

“You can make me your final customer, another slice of that cake; and get yourself something nice. Keep the change as a tip” He finished and winked, handing over a £5 note.

Heat rose to her face, she walked back towards the counter so that he couldn’t see her mad fluster over him. She sliced 2 pieces of carrot cake: hung up her apron, paid, and walked back over. She placed the cakes in front of both of them before emptying the change on his side.

“Keep the change, you can buy me something pretty instead with it. It is Valentine’s day after all” She winked back. He chuckled cheekily and took a nibble of his cake, silently looking at her lips.

“Well, I better get you something nice then shan’t I?” He replied naughtily.

What are you doing Sherlock? You’re attracted to WORK. Not random café staff. Get over yourself.

*Time set: 12TH JUNE – 2015*

*Sherlock’s P.O.V*

“Wait, wait, wait...You flirted? YOU CAN FLIRT?” John seemed shocked at my doings.

“Yes, but what I find shocking is that I thought that I thought lust would have distracted me from my work...And frankly, it does; but only slightly. For example the other day I was testing carbon dioxide with a sheep’s liver and I started thinking about her and then I cut my thumb. But she’s learnt not to call me, text me or come to our flat when I’m working”

“So basically you hardly communicate? You always work Sherlock.” John said.

“No not always, I didn’t work when I proposed to her, and after we get married; it’ll go back to our usual routine of meeting every few days or so” I replied, sipping the remainder of tea.

“Hmm...Will I meet her?” The Doctor asked

“Soon enough” I answered.

“Good, so continue with the story then” John instructed me.

“Shall do”

*Time set: 14TH FEBRUARY – 2015*

*Still Sherlock’s P.O.V*

We wandered through Hyde Park, I enjoyed the peace here: it helped me think. And I certainly needed a lot of thought right now, since I was carrying the sealed ring in my pocket.

What am I going to say?

I was usually well prepared and had numerous options and plans for a situation I wanted to create, but for once I felt nervous and my thinking cap was at a disadvantage.

How did John do it? Maybe I should text him...No...Then I’d have to explain everything...

“Sherlock” [name] said