Irene was speechless. For the first time in her life. She just sat there, tears running down her face. She looked up to the sky, it was still raining. Hopefully it would stop soon. Her clothes were soaking wet, yet Sherlock's coat had protected her from getting a cold.
She forced herself to calm down and grabbed her phone, typing a text to Sherlock and hoping he hadn't changed his number.
[You're a prick. -IA]
She smirked at her words and waited for his reply. Surprisingly, her phone made the sound of an incoming message seconds after she had sent hers.
[How rude of you not to answer my question, Miss Adler. -SH]
Irene giggled lightly and got up from the park bench.
[As if you would care. -IA]
She grinned and headed out of the park, looking around. She still had not the slightest clue where she was.
[I do care. Our dinner depends on your rudeness. Oh, and by the way, you're about 40 minutes away from Angelo's. I located your phone.-SH]
She read the text and smiled lightly. Typical of him.
[You're expecting me to come to Angelo's? -IA]
She raised an arm and hailed a cab. Getting in, she sighed. Maybe she was dreaming.
[Where else would we have dinner? -SH]
She chuckled. "Oh Sherlock..."
[Depends which 'dinner' you mean...;) -IA]
She told the cabbie the address and rested her head back on the head rest.
[Maybe we should rather go to mine then...Just kidding. See you at Angelo's. I give you an hour. Then I will locate your phone again. -SH]
She grinned and got out when she arrived in Belgravia, paying the cabbie. After unlocking the door she hurried to the bathroom and quickly undressed herself, getting into the shower.
