Sherlock's POV
This boy... He seemed different. He had short blond hair, military standard. On his hand he had different medications writen, suggesting he was studying. The way he held himself said he was trained, his shoes were scuffed and stained, poor. But his body was well built not too muscular but cut, guessing football, he was rather hot...Wait what? Well yeah I guess he is. His eyes were dark blue, and he was quite short.Bam! I was too busy staring at him, I didn't notice how close we were getting until he ran into me and fell.
"Err, sorry mate didn't see you there," The young man looked up at me and suddenly took a short breath.
"It's fine, I wasn't looking either," I told him.
"How about I make it up, yeah? Say a cup of coffee?" He asked nervously,why was he nervous.
"Yeah, that'd be nice," I answered, mostly wanting to find out more about him.
~In front of coffee shop~
"I'm John by the way. What's your name?" John said while opening the door for me.
"Sherlock, thank you," We waited in line for about 5 mins when John turned to me and asked"How do you like your coffee?"
"Black, two sugars,"I smiled at him, receiving an honestly, quite adorible grin back. We finally got our coffee and walked outside. It was cloudy but not raining.
"So John, Afganastan or Iraq?"
"Uh, what?"He asked with a shocked expression.
"Well,which did your father just return from, Afganastan or Iraq?"
"Afganastan. How.. How did you know?"
"I didn't know I observed," I stated.
"What else can you observe?"He asked excitedly. I took a deep breathe.
"I can tell from your hair an the way you hold yourself, it says military, you could be in the cadets, but judging by the state of your shoes, your family can't afford to put you through military school, therefor your father was in. You're planning to go into medicine, hence the names of antibiotics written on your hand, it could be some drugs that a loved one needs but then you would've put it on paper. Also the way it's written almost as if it was just a note, so studying. And, your going to a new school, a private school, I'm guessing football scholarship, going by the fact that your well built and not in the cadets. But new school how could I know? Easy, you got nervous when I said studying you're also carrying a bag of clothing. Did I get anything wrong?" I left out the fact that he had an abusive father. By now. I was expecting John to tell me off, I wasn't expecting him to look at me and say,"That was fantastic!"
"I...wait what?!
"Brilliant, you could tell all that just by looking at me?"
"Well yes. I can. But that's not what people normally say."
"What do they normally say?"
"Piss off," John looked at me for about 5 seconds until we both burst into a laughing fit. Laughing, it has been a long time since I've laughed like this. I turned to John, he calmed down by then, too.
"So, Sherlock, since I cannot do what you do, tell me about yourself."
"Well I like to deduce, as you just saw. I play the violin and sometimes don't talk for days. I love conducting experiments. And I'd like to see you again, John. But sadly I have to leave. So I shall leave you with this." And I gave him a small slip of paper with my name and phone number on it, and I left. Leaving John, sitting there looking at the paper.
