Coffee and Cake

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A/N
I noticed that I've written a lot of sad oneshots lately so I'm going to try and write a happy one. So here you go. Xx

You were walking alone down the dark streets of London, on your way home after a long, tiring day at work. You were, to put it simply, just in a mad mood and you honestly thought nothing could make your day worse. That was until there was a loud rumble in the sky and within seconds you were drenched through, each cold raindrop that hit your face made you feel even grumpier. You thought about turning into a shop or cafe or something to shelter from the rain until it stopped but you were so desperate to get home and it didn't look as if it were about to stop, so you carried on walking, your arms folded across your body in an attempt to keep away the shivers, that were inevitable, and a moody look plastered onto your face.
You turned a corner and as you did, you felt a warm hand grip your shoulder. You were about to turn around and run your mouth off at whoever it may be, but you stopped yourself when you realised the rain was no longer dripping on your head and you looked up to see a large black umbrella over your head. You turned around to meet the warm eyes that belonged to the person holding the umbrella. "Excuse my abrupt gesture but you looked as if you were having a pretty rubbish day and I thought I could at least do a little to make it the slightest bit better" the well spoken stranger explained. "No, no it's ok. Thank you very much but I won't bother you much longer. I should probably be on my home. Thank you though." You replied. "Nonsense." he said "I'm meant to be meeting my brother but he's already late so I wouldn't mind giving him a taste of his own medicine, for once. I'll walk you home, you'll only make yourself ill." he insisted and you were so awestruck that you just ended up going along with it. "Thanks. I only live about ten minutes from here" you said. The stranger nodded, smiling. "Oh, I'm Mycroft by the way" he added. "(Y/N)"
You made it home, and the two of you were now stood on your doorstep. You were kind of eager to get in but you didn't want say goodbye to him just yet. "Well, I'd best be off, don't want to keep you out here all night" he said breaking the silence. "I, um, don't suppose you'd like to grab a coffee or something, sometime?" You asked, something about this man really intrigued you and you really wanted to know more. But before he had time to answer you a voice from behind Mycroft interrupted. "Hello, brother dear. This isn't the place I thought we'd arranged to meet?" he said in a very sarcastic tone "oh, and I see you've made a little friend in my absence. Good to know you've finally found yourself a goldfish you can bare"
"Shut up, Sherlock, for gods sake" Mycroft shot back at him, seemingly exasperated. Goldfish? You thought but didn't say anything. "Anyway (Y/N) I really must go now. I wouldn't want to burden you with the presence of my younger brother longer than you've already endured. Goodbye" he said and before you could say anything back, the two men were already walking away from your doorstep. "Oh and I'll go for coffee anytime" he called.
"as long as there's cake" his brother added, again sarcastically.
"But how do I contact you, I don't have your number" you shouted back, but they'd already turned the corner at the end of the street by the time you'd finished. You sighed and walked into your house. The first thing you did was rush straight upstairs to change out of your sodden clothes. You removed your jacket, once in your bedroom, and as you did so a small piece of paper fell out and onto the floor. You crouched down to pick it up, and found it was a note reading:
You're the best goldfish around, be my goldfish?
-MH
With his number underneath. You smiled to yourself before pulling your phone out and adding it to your contacts. When you'd showered and changed, you pulled your phone out again and text:
So coffee and cake, huh?
-[your initials]

A/N
So I passed 500 reads a few days ago and I just wanted to say a quick thank you. I honestly thought that I'd only get a few reads when I first started writing these so this is totally bewildering to me. THANK YOU!!! Xx

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