Sherlock merely grunted at her words, blues flicking to stare at her as she pulled out a juice box. A juice box? Honestly, were they in Kindergarten? He simply drew a drag of his cigarette, brows knitting under the dark curls that hung dully in his face.
The smug way she offered a nickname had Sherlockās eyes rolling dramatically, lips twitching into a tight-lipped frown as he glared at her from the corner of his eye. āSherlockĀ Holmes.ā he growled, flicking his ash to the side. āCecilia, I understand youāre one for social interaction, but Iā¦ myselfā¦ am not aĀ people person. Not in the slightest. Donāt expect much of a conversation from this.ā
A rather smug look on her face as he noticed her juicebox, Cecilia wrinkled her nose adorably as she took a sip, as if attempting to really let it sink in that yes, she was drinking a juice box. His eye rolling had her own eyes rolling as she crossed one leg over the other before giggling at his correction. "I prefer Sherlock Holmie. Makes you sound approachable as dicks!" Cecilia smiled before laughing at his words.
"Good, so you can sit and listen while I talk. I'm sure you'll find it enlightening."
