A Locked Up Heart.

Chapter Twenty Two - An Interesting First Impression.

We arrived at Andrea's dorm and I knocked on her door. I looked at Mycroft out of the corner of my eye. He straitened his suit jacket then noticed me staring and looked at the door.

He was nervous, this was perfect.

Andrea opened the door and stood tall. She must have put on some makeup because she didn't look sick at all. Maybe she just has unfair genetics.

"Hi." She breathed as she looked at Mycroft. I watched her pupils dilate. I turn my head to see that Mycroft is red as a tomato. They both stare at each other. Well this is awkward.

"Er, This is Mycroft. I brought soup. I'll go heat it up." I said scooting past Andrea into the kitchen. I kept an ear open to hear their conversation. It is silent. I grab a pot from a cabinet. Still no sounds. I sigh and put down the pot. I shuffle back into the entryway.

"Are you going to ask him to sit down?" I whisper in her ear. She turns red.

"Er, have a seat." She says. They both take a seat on the couch. "I'm Anthea... I mean Andrea."

Its silent again. Mycroft stares at his shoes. I guess I'll have to help it along.

"So Mycroft, Andrea is studying international relations." I started.

"Yeah, politics has always fascinated me." Andrea added in quickly.

"Really? What aspect captured your attention most?" Mycroft said interestedly.

"I really like our system of government. Without it I believe this country would crumble." Andrea replied with a sparkle in her eyes.

"I must say you are a very articulate woman." Mycroft compliments.

Andrea blushes. I stand up and head back into the kitchen. I can hear them having a quiet conversation now. Good, I got the ball rolling. I set the pot on the stove, and start heating up the soup. I listen to them murmur happily in the other room. Occasionally, I would hear her laugh, and surprisingly hear him laugh too. Wow they were really hitting it off!

I finished the soup, and headed back into the room.

"The soup is heated up and ready to eat!" I said. Andrea stood up and hugged me.

"Thanks so much! Mycroft would you like to stay and have some soup?" She smiled turning to him.

"As much as I would truly love that, unfortunately I'm here on business to talk to my little brother..." Mycroft said sadly.

"Oh I understand." She replied, dissapointed.

"It was however a pleasure to meet you Miss Andrea." He said awkwardly.

"And you as well!" She beamed. Mycroft smiled softly and, yet again, I felt like I was intruding on a special moment.

"Well we should go..." I said hugging Andrea. Mycroft looked nervous again. Was he trying to work up the courage to ask her out?

"Yes we should." Mycroft said dejectedly. He went in for a handshake as Andrea gave him a hug. They both went red, as she hugged him. I headed to the door and Mycroft followed me.

"Until we meet again Andrea!" Mycroft called as I closed the door. When the door had closed, Mycroft face-palmed.

"'Until we meet again' who even says that?!" He chided himself forgetting I was there with him. I giggled and started to walk down the hallway. Mycroft followed hanging his head.

"I don't think I've ever had that much trouble talking to a girl!" He remarked bitterly. We walked in silence till we got to Sherlock's and my dorm. Mycroft was still upset. He reached for the door handle and as he did I slipped a piece of paper into his hand.

"What is this?" He asked.

"Her number..." I grinned evilly.