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Chapter 2

Sherlock, still in his dressing gown and pyjamas went into the kitchen. I took this opportunity to go outside for a walk. Not to anywhere particular, just for fresh air. The flat was still stagnant from Sherlock's last experiment, which I'm pretty sure had something to do with a hair dryer that I will not be using again. I went quickly and silently down the stairs and out the door just like Sherlock had done to me so many times before. I wondered if he would even notice. He would probably take the advantage to use that hair dryer in another experiment.

I walked to the café where Sherlock had brought me during the pink case. I don't know why it's just where my feet decided to take me. I just ordered a cup of tea and sat at a table in the corner of the room. I avoided the table we sat on last time, there was an awkward conversation held there that day and I didn't want to be reminded of it. Of course I wasn't asking Sherlock out! The world's only consulting detective can't tell that I am straight? I laughed at myself and shook the thought away.

Sipping at my tea I looked around at my fellow strangers. The waiter was a young boy, probably a student trying to pay off his student fees, and drinks by the look of his eyes. There was a girl and a boy sitting on the table opposite him. Somehow the way they were sitting – and the way the girl had just pinched the boy's cheeks – suggested that they weren't a couple. No…"-Well I'm sure that mum didn't mind really, you only got grounded for a week-" Ah brother and sister, that made sense, and the talk of the old days probably means that they hadn't seen each other in a while. And finally the big man sitting on the table on the other side of the room to me. He was busily tapping away on the keys of his Blackbury, definitely a business man of some sort, what kind of business man I couldn't tell, I'm only pretending to be Sherlock for the day. But not a bad day's work of deductions for this imitation Sherlock. I puffed my cheeks out; I had definitely spent too much time with Sherlock.

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Chapter 2

Sherlock, still in his dressing gown and pyjamas went into the kitchen. I took this opportunity to go outside for a walk. Not to anywhere particular, just for fresh air. The flat was still stagnant from Sherlock's last experiment, which I'm pretty sure had something to do with a hair dryer that I will not be using again. I went quickly and silently down the stairs and out the door just like Sherlock had done to me so many times before. I wondered if he would even notice. He would probably take the advantage to use that hair dryer in another experiment.

I walked to the café where Sherlock had brought me during the pink case. I don't know why it's just where my feet decided to take me. I just ordered a cup of tea and sat at a table in the corner of the room. I avoided the table we sat on last time, there was an awkward conversation held there that day and I didn't want to be reminded of it. Of course I wasn't asking Sherlock out! The world's only consulting detective can't tell that I am straight? I laughed at myself and shook the thought away.

Sipping at my tea I looked around at my fellow strangers. The waiter was a young boy, probably a student trying to pay off his student fees, and drinks by the look of his eyes. There was a girl and a boy sitting on the table opposite him. Somehow the way they were sitting – and the way the girl had just pinched the boy's cheeks – suggested that they weren't a couple. No…"-Well I'm sure that mum didn't mind really, you only got grounded for a week-" Ah brother and sister, that made sense, and the talk of the old days probably means that they hadn't seen each other in a while. And finally the big man sitting on the table on the other side of the room to me. He was busily tapping away on the keys of his Blackbury, definitely a business man of some sort, what kind of business man I couldn't tell, I'm only pretending to be Sherlock for the day. But not a bad day's work of deductions for this imitation Sherlock. I puffed my cheeks out; I had definitely spent too much time with Sherlock.