During the whole ride I stare at him. When I don't do it, he does it.

During the whole ride a silence reigns, but we read each other's mind.

During the whole ride I have a lump in my throat. Because of him, because of the cadaver.

I look at John. He smiles to me. What should I do? Laughing? I wink at him. Silence. Now and then the cabdriver tells us something. That is all. We nod in agreement at his tales. We do not know what he says. We are in a closed space, with two. We hardly know each other. We do what feels good. Keep silent.

Glad that the ride is over, I leave the car. For the first time I gasp for breath. First I liked it, it seemed like a forced silence. I don't want him to know I feel something for him. 'Something' is so indefinite. I don't know what I feel, or how I feel. All I know is that we'll become good friends. For the first time I don't hate a stranger. He can help me, so I have to keep him close to me. For the first I am not afraid of an unknown contact.

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This ride is so amazing. We breathe in each other's breath and we take a breather. I have a lump in my throat. Maybe it is the adrenaline, maybe it is the cadaver. I stare at him. His coat allow him like no other and his high cheekbones make him cuter then he already is. Very subtle I look at him. Very subtle I look away from him and see how he stares at me. Silence has never been so great. There is a tension between us, so we want do it all right. We want to make any mistakes together.

The long ride is over. Sherlock seems to want to escape the intimate atmosphere. I am a little disappointed. Did he not like me, with me? Just so you know: there is nothing between us. Not yet.

We don't know what we feel, I think.

We recently met, what do I expect...