Knives and Pens|| ProfessorMortan
Molly stuffed her mobile into her pocket and for a moment sat at her desk, tapping her fingers against the dulled surface of her desk. Should she go? This would be an exceptionally stupid thing to do; at least that is what Sherlock would say. A man who she had bumped into once, spilled coffee over, had texted her. Considering her track record and just who it was she worked with she had to be suspicious.
Though considering the fact that she had chosen a public place, near her work, the chances of something horrible happening were slim. People at the cafe knew her so if something unusual should happen they would hopefully notice.
Sitting there for a moment more before she finally stood and traded her labcoat for her jacket she set out. Her break was on and really it's not like anyone would need her for anything. It was lunch.
When Molly finally did get to the cafe she sat there sipping at her cup of tea and waiting. She'd gotten there a bit to early perhaps, but Molly took this time to think about all the ways she would probably embarrass herself. She never was good at conversation.