"It's been quite a minute since we've spoken, eh, Watson?" Jim was still smirking.
"How are you alive?" Watson asked, looking as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Never mind that, dear Watson. I've only come over to catch up. Now, darling, let's go." Moriarty stood from his seat, making his way to the door with me on his heels.
We slid into a cab that Jim hailed, and made our way back to the mansion.
"Wait, stop here. I've been craving some green tea." The cab slowed to a halt.
Jim bought a green tea while I waited in the cab.
A few minutes later I reached over to grab my wallet from beside Jim as we hit a bump. My hand flew up, spilling the tea all over his suit.
"Oh my goodness, Jim I'm so sorry!"
"It's fine, dear."
"I'll make it up to you, I swear."
As soon as I saw his smirk.. I knew I made a bad decision.
