Mary: *leaning on the bench* So, Molly, how was your bus friend this morning?
Molly: *nonchalant* Oh, you know, he's alright.
Sherlock: *glances at her*
Mary: *rolls her eyes* Come on, give me more than that! Have you spoke to him yet?
Molly: *shrugs* We may have said hello to each other...
Mary: * rolls her eyes* Just ask him out. Surely, it's better than just making moon-eyes at each other.
Molly: *gets on and pays; looks around*
Man: *sitting; buried in a newspaper*
Molly: *approaching; breathless* Morning...I really thought I wasn't going to make it this morning *sits beside him* Toby knocked over the coffee jar...it was a real cat-astrophe *giggles*
Sherlock: *removes the newspaper; bitter* So, you've only said 'hello' to him?
Molly: *folds her arms* What the hell are you doing here?
Sherlock: *shrugs* I fancied taking the bus.
Molly: *frowns* Where's Matt?
Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Oh, it's Matt now, is it? Yesterday, you hadn't said two words to him.
Molly: *through gritted teeth* Where is he?
Sherlock: *shrugs* Could've missed the bus, maybe the driver took a different route...who knows.
Molly: *scowling* A detective prat. Why are you really here?
Sherlock: I wanted to see what the fuss was about. My competition.
Molly: *scoffs* Competition? For your information, Sherlock Holmes, if I went around comparing all potential boyfriends to you, I'd never move on.
Sherlock: *quietly* You don't have to move on.
Molly: *blinks* What are you saying?
Sherlock: *looks around* This isn't really the place.
Molly: *chuckles* Do you really think I care about that? I've wanted this for years...
Sherlock: *smiles* I love you.
Molly: *lunges forward and snogs him*
