Sherlock: His Enigma Called A

Timid Texts {Adelaide}

I open up a message to Sherlock and take a breath.

I don't know whether he'll even respond or not. But if John Watson came and personally asked me to text Sherlock, he probably will.

Could Sherlock like me back?

Don't get your hopes up!

I sigh and set my mobile back down on the desk to work a little more. Five minutes later it vibrates and I hesitate before picking it up.

Great, now how do I respond to that?

I stare at the message for a few minutes before replying.

Thinking that to be the end of the conversation, I place my phone back down and get up to get a bottle of water and deliver a stack of files to the courier. I return and he's actually texted back. And this time the conversation keeps up.

Okay, maybe not the best thing to say to him. What if I did actually say or do something?

I exhale and press my hands together, leaning my chin into them. Then I hear the office door open again. It's got to be Ryan.

"It seems that I too have become accustomed to our short visits."

I look up and blanche, "Sherlock!?"

Ta!!