He simply turned up one day – a little grey at the temple, a small scar in the corner of his mouth.

He looked at her, with those clear piercing eyes and she wondered for the billionth time what he saw when he looked at her.

"Hello, Molly."

"Hello, Sherlock."

He smiled and it felt like the sun rising.

Molly smiled back, "Do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?"

The End