Sherlock Holmes and the woman who loved him

3. Small bit of milk no sugar

John , Sherlock and I sat in the back of the cab . I sat in between the two men . not quite sure if I was comfortable or not . I could feel Sherlock's cold haze on me as I tried to ignore it.

"So Leanne your unhappy with your accommodation" John asked trying to make polite conversation but who could blame him , the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife .

Playing with his hands , taking heavy breaths , his eyes darting around the cab . Nervous , curious . I really don't see why he is nervous .

"Yeah" I smiled . "My flat mate is a real pain the backside" John obviously felt my pain as he gave me a sympathetic smile .

"You really want to talk about flat mates being a pain in the backside" John chuckled obviously talking about Sherlock who I can only imagine is an even bigger pain in the backside to live with . Sherlock hadn't  spoken yet in the cab but obviously listening to everything John and I were talking about , even though it was just generic chit chat . I laughed with John he was a funny guy.

About five minutes later the cab stopped and we all got out . John paid the driver our fair after some debate with me over wanting to pay at least half . Eventually I gave in and just let him pay , Sherlock on the other hand didn't even offer to pay for himself .

We headed towards a small cafe . You could smell the sweet scent of sugar and bitter coffee from outside the door . One of my favorite smells if I do say so .

And inside the café we all sat in a corner booth so that we could see everyone but not everyone could see us . "I'm going to go to the bathroom I'll be right back" John got up from his seat and headed towards the bathroom . Hands stuffed into his pocket and head hung low .

A waitress came over to our table Her pretty blonde hair tied up in a bun and a bright smile plastered on her face. "Hey so do you guys know what you want" She asked keeping the pretty smile on her face the entire time . I was about to answer when Sherlock answered for me instead . "Three cups of tea , bring milk in a separate dish and sugar and Leanne here will have a scone with strawberry Jam and if there's no strawberry jam don't bother bringing the scone she won't want anything else on it "

The woman looked towards me for reassurance . I nodded my head in approval letting her know he was right,  the waitress nodded and headed off .

Her head hung low indicating that Sherlock had insulted her . I have come to the realization that he insulted a lot of people .

Clearly insulted by Sherlock's rudeness I felt the need to thank the woman who had done nothing wrong but now felt down because of Sherlock . "Thank you" I called after her . She turned back and nodded slightly . "Being friendly does not get you anywhere Leanne" Sherlock reminded me shaking his head in disapproval and resting his elbows on the table in front of us.

"Sherlock you haven't got it figured out you know" I said as the waitress came back with my scone. I thanked her for being such a kind waitress even though Sherlock was being an ass to her . "I just ordered exactly what you wanted without asking you I've got it figured out thank you very much"

Sherlock's eyes darted around the room and eventually they then landed on me . "You think because you know what I like to eat you've figured it all out" he nodded clearly way too happy with himself.

"Sherlock I could deduce you out loud too and I haven't got everything figured out actually I know for a fact I haven't got everything figured out and I'm ruining this country" I whispered the last part and took a bite from my scone . I haven't eaten in about two days and it felt so good to chew food . I guess it's the small things in life you appreciate, although I don't know if eating a jam scone is something I should be so grateful for . "Go on then" he smirked not believing me , because obviously Sherlock is just a genius the most amazing human being to ever walk the earth . I'm being sarcastic if you couldn't tell