The Occasional Murder

4: The Interview

You know that kind of sleep when you wake up and you have that weird feeling in your mouth and you have marks on your skin from where you were laying? The best type of sleep in my opinion. Thats the kind of sleep I had before my alarm clock vexed me and decided to wake me up.

"Ugh" I moaned. Now was not the time to wake me up. The clock read 8:30. I mentally plotted how I was going to get ready as I got up.

First I made my bed because, if I didn't do it now, I would forget later. Next, I opened my wardrobe and picked out an outfit. I decided to wear a casual outfit. Just a button-up and black jeggings with some flats. Next I brushed my hair and teeth. Afterwards I went downstairs to greet the people in the Holmes residence.

"Hello!" I said walking into their living room. I know its only been a few days but, I feel we have started to get closer to the point I could do this. "Do you guys want any pancakes? I'm making my mom's recipe!" I smiled

"Yes please!" John replied, lounging on the chair closest to the kitchen. Sherlock stopped working on his experiment and glanced up at me.

"Pancakes would be lovely," he continued on his experiment before adding "I like mine with lemon, just so you know"

I gave him a weird look, "Um... what? Lemon? I mean... If you want" I said this more to myself than him.

Now, just some background. My parents are American, so what is this nonsense? Lemon? What does he mean? Lemon zest or just straight lemon juice? Should it taste tart? I don't understand.

Anyways, I walked back up to my lovely little apartment and made normal pancake batter. I then separated a small portion and added both lemon zest and lemon juice to it.

"Oh god... I hope this is what he means. We've been neighbors for a few days and I'm trying to impress him.... If I'm honest, thats not the only reason I'm trying to impress him." I murmured to myself.

(YN)! You can't say that stuff! Remember? You definitely don't like him! You've just met him! My inner self argued. Oh well!

After I cooked the pancakes, I cut thin slices of lemon and added them on top. I then put everyone's pancakes on plates and tried to make them look decent because, let's be honest, my forte is in the criminal investigation side of life, I'm not a cook. Gordon Ramsay would not be proud. I then brought them to their flat and handed John his.

"(YN)? What are these?" He said, lifting the pancake with his fork.

"Pancakes?" I responded, afraid I did something wrong.

"But, why are they so fluffy? They're enormous!" He questioned. He then cut a piece off and took a bite, "But, they are delicious. I'll give you that."

"What do you mean they're fluffy? They look normal to me." I said. Sherlock walked over to me and grabbed his plate. He looked at the pancakes and then looked over to John's

"They're American pancakes John. Slightly different than ours." He said.

"What's the difference in preparation?" John asked. Taking another bite from them.

"That ours are made far superior!" I smiled. They both glared at me. "What? Can you guys just not face the facts?" I jeered.

"Yes we can, and ours taste much better than yours!" Sherlock said.

"Also, I didn't quite know what you meant by 'add lemon' so, it may taste really weird."

-Sherlocks POV-

"How bad can they be?" I asked before taking a bite.

They were bad

"Mmmm... delicious!" I gagged. They were terrible! It was just like biting into a fried lemon but, she made them for me, so they were beautiful.