The Truth Behind The Eyes |Sherlock X Reader|

Chapter 3

"What could I get you two for today?"
A small, skinny blonde girl smiled widely at us, a pen in one of her hands and a notebook in the other. I shot a glance at Sherlock, gesturing for him to order first.

He stared at me for a moment and then shifted his gaze to the waitress,
"Just tea for me."

I rub my eye with my hand, formed into a fist. I inhale sharply and slightly smile at the girl,
"I'll have a/n/ /Favourite Drink/"

The waitress twirled the end of her hair and giggled, nodding to the both of us before she went back behind the counter. I stretch my arms with a yawn, looking around the restaurant. Small, cute and a bit cabin like.

Sherlock folds his hands triangle-like under his chin, I noticed him out of the corner of my E/C eye and I turn to face him, folding my arms with a smirk,
"This isn't a crime scene, Sherlock. Take the day off."

Sherlock didn't answer or look at me, it didn't bother me. Not much.

I should let him be.

As I did so, the girl came back holding two cups.
She set each other's drinks in front of us and I smile to her, wrapping my hands around the cup of the /Favourite Drink/,
"Thanks."

I cleared my throat, glaring at Sherlock. He glared back, but emotionless. He looked up at the waitress and he forced a smile,
"Thanks . . ."
He mumbled as he sighed and took a sip of his tea. I roll my eyes and took a long sip of my drink. I set it down and I notice Sherlock staring at me.

I raise a brow and stare at him back,
"What?"

"Why did you want me to say 'Thank you'?"

"Because, it's polite. Something you should look up."
He snickered quietly and took another sip of his drink, I squint my eyes and chuckled dryly, drinking my drink almost as sync with Sherlock. The blonde girl came back and handed us a receipt. She smiled and stared at Sherlock lovingly and nervously. She chuckled awkwardly and walked off.

As soon as she did, I look at the receipt and then Sherlock,
"I can pay."

Sherlock grabbed the receipt, shaking his head, sighing,
"No, I will. It's polite."
He gave me a glance, with a smile and I laugh quietly, standing up.

Sherlock got up after me and caught up, exiting the building. Someone grabbed my arm, tugging me back. I looked over me, confused as I seen the blonde girl.

I tilt my head slightly, rubbing my wrist gently, it sorta hurt,
"Um, hi. . ."

She bit her bottom lip and sighed heavily, looking over me to see the detective.
"That's. . Sherlock, right?"

"Yes."

"Perhaps by any chance that he's. . ."
She twirled and fiddled with her hair, a faint, bright pink blush forming on her face,
"Single?"

I hold up my index finger, telling her 'One minute.'

I walk over to Sherlock and sigh, glancing over to the girl,
"The waitress from before, Sherlock. She wants to know if you're single."

Sherlock looked back and stared at the girl, he looked over back at me and pinched the bridge of his nose,
"Tell her I'm not single. It irritates me when women ask me that."

I nod to him nervously and walk over back the waitress, shaking my head,
"Sorry, he isn't."

She opened her mouth and then closed her mouth, nodding then turning over to the counter.

Before she walked away, she looked over her shoulder and smiled a bit,
"Thanks though, I appreciate that."

I wave to her and then caught up with Sherlock who was already walking down the street, his collar on his coat turned up against his cheeks, hands slipped into his pockets.
I roll my eyes looking at Sherlock.

He looked at me, his brow furrowed,
"And. . .? What happened?"

"She just got sad and said 'Thank you.' "

"Good. I wasn't interested in her."

"Who are you interested in?"
I ask curiously, seeing 221B a distance away.

Sherlock looked at me, not blinking at all. He turned his head over towards down the street,
"I'm. . Not interested in anyone. . Are you?"

He avoided eye contact with me and I just stared at him, you bit your bottom lip nervously. You knew you liked him.

I looked off into the distance and shrugged,
"Why should I tell you?"

Christ, that was a stupid question. He's probably going to answer something you're not going to like.

"Because you asked me who I was interested in and I asked you."

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Uh. . . I-I don't know."

Should of told him!

He nodded, stepping into his flat, he opened the door for you and you followed him upstairs.

He opened the door and frowned,
"John! John!"

I look around the flat, opening and closing doors.
"John?"

I grasped on doors' doorknob and turned it, opening the door. Sherlock stormed after me and shut closed the door I was opening, he glared at me and I took a step back.

He brushed off his shirt and sighed, pointing a finger to the door,
"Don't go into my bedroom."

I nod quickly and scratched the back of my head,
"Guess it's just us here."