As you kept walking you were thinking about Sherlock. Of course you knew who he was! Who wouldn't between the curly black hair, ivory skin, cheekbones, fashion sense, personality, the steely gray eyes, etc. You could deduce him easily. Not to mention you could spot another highly functioning sociopath from a mile away. Reading people was one of the things you did best, and let's just say Sherlock wasn't the only one who was a consulting detective for a living.

You turned right knowing exactly where you were going. You had memorized all the streets, signals, and signs of London. Every crossing, you knew. Every store, you knew. Every pub, you knew. You were going to Angelo's restaurant. You walked in the door, said "The usual," in a tired manner, and sat down at the table next to the window. You looked out the window, still thinking about the detective.

You decided when you got home you would go into your Mind Palace and dig up everything you had on the man named Sherlock Holmes. "Black coffee, two sugars," came Angelo's voice from above your head. You craned your neck and looked up to see him smiling politely down at you. "Thanks Angelo," you muttered with a grateful smile. "You look like you've run a marathon," he said with a low, rumbling chuckle. You raised your [H/C] eyebrows and shrugged as if to say 'Well...'

"What happened?" he pressed on. You sighed. He wasn't giving up without a fight, although he knew when you were really angry, or extremely focused. That's when he never bothered you. "Well," you began, "I was running from some blokes, just another case, you know, then I turned a corner after roughly a mile of running and I ran into Mister high-and-mighty Holmes who helped a bit." At the word 'Holmes' Angelo's eyebrows shot up into his hair. "You met Sherlock?" he asked in a disbelieving tone.

"No," you said, sarcastically drawing out the word unnecessarily long, "Mycroft just happened to be roaming around the streets of London." Angelo smiled at your comment and chuckled, "Sherlock gets the same thing you know, black with two sugars."

"Yes I realized.." you muttered.

"I reckon you did, you're practically his twin. Personality-wise anyway." You rolled you eyes and continued sipping your coffee. Angelo sauntered away to go greet a new customer. You sat there for a moment drinking your coffee when the door opened once more and two men stepped inside. One tall and pale, the other short and blonde.

The tall man said, "The usual," Then sat down at the table next to yours, also looking out the window. You smiled into your black coffee with two sugars. You beckoned Angelo over, Sherlock still not paying attention to anything. You whispered something in his ear and handed him some money. You and Sherlock were sitting back to back, and John could only see the back of your head. Angelo brought over the black coffee and John began to pull out his wallet. "No no," said Angelo smiling, you taking another sip of your coffee. "This one's on the house."

"Thank you Angelo." said John smiling.

"I'm not the one paying," he said. Sherlock then came out of his revere looking confused, John, too, looked baffled. You then turned around and whispered in Sherlock's ear, "I told you you'd be seeing me again Mister Holmes." You smiled, this was gonna be fun.