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The Coffee Date

Molly sat at her favorite coffee shop sipping tea and reading her mother's copy of Anna Karenina. She didn't come here often, but it was nice to get out of her house and listen to the idle chatter of random strangers. She had been there for about a half an hour when she felt the other side of the sofa move and heard someone clear their throat.

She glanced up to see Sherlock sitting, coffee in hand, one knee folded up under him, facing her on the other end of the sofa.

"Hi?" She said.

"Enjoying you day off?" He asked.

"Of course." She put the coffee down on the table next to her. "Is there a case?" It wasn't out of the realm of possibility for the infuriatingly attractive man to hunt her down simply to drag her into work because he needed something from her.

"No."

Molly looked around, "What are you doing here?"

He held up his cup, "Coffee." He took a drink, then smiled.

"O-kay." Molly closed her book. "You just happened upon this coffee shop... on my day off and popped in for a cuppa?"

"No, you asked me."

"I'm sorry?"

"You asked to coffee Molly."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Sherlock, um- I didn't ask you to have coffee with me."

"Of course you did." He said, "I had been beating a corpse with a riding crop, I needed to see what sort of bruises formed twenty after the cropping. You said 'I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee?' We're having coffee." He smiled.

Molly sat in stunned silence, she stared as he took another satisfying sip of the sweet black beverage. "Are you insane? That was more than five years ago!"

"I am aware."

"..."

He sat his coffee down and took out his mobile, soon Molly heard the unmistakable sound of it powering off.

"Did you just turn your phone off?" She asked, not quite believing what she had just seen.

"Yes. Oh, what book are you reading?" He asked with an outstretched hand.

Molly held up the book, "Anna Karenina."

Sherlock took it, "Ah, Tolstoy." He laid the book on the table across from them.

"Now, I understand you've been having some problems with a new intern, Oliver, I believe."

Molly finally snapped out of her shock. If they were finally having their coffee date, who was she to argue about it? "Yeah, he's infuriating Sherlock! A complete idiot! He makes Anderson look like, well... You!"

"Oh, come on, no one can be that incompetent!"

"Trust me. Spend five minutes with Oliver and you'll realise that you don't have it so bad with Anderson." Molly thought for a moment, "On second thought don't... don't even meet him, I don't want to have to explain why you murdered my intern in the morgue. Though it take care of my problem."

They chatted for two hours.

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