[COMPLETE] ??? ???? ?? ??? ??????「Sherlock」

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"THAT'S ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! WE'LL TAKE ANY SPACE YOU CAN MANAGE," ELLIOT BEAMED, hazel eyes electric in the dimming light of day. After the two had hunted for hours on end and were just about to give up hope, they had stepped foot into a rather cozy and chic restaurant further down town. The glass doors and windows were spotless, their table arrangements perfection and the decor to die for. Julia found herself wandering across the black-and-white stretch of carpet, admiring the flowers and the soft dazzling Christmas lights with ardour. Yes, this would be perfect. A bit further into town, but worth the wait. Her fingers trailed along one of the beautiful tablecloths, feeling how soft and sleek they were, their snowy complexion flawless with not a single sign of stain. Crystalline wine glasses reflected each and every bit of light; Julia could just picture her own filled with blush or champagne. Oh, this was going to exemplary!

A hand brushed her side and she became immediately alert. Elliot was smiling so wide that his features were pinched, one singular dimple indented into his soft freckled cheek. "What do you think?" he inquired, taking her hand. "Isn't it gorgeous?"

"Absolutely," she agreed, glancing around. Her teeth found her bottom lip and she felt a burst of giddiness rush through her. One of the scientist's hands found her face, brushing a few strands of auburn up behind her ear and reaching down. Julia wiggled in excitement and met him halfway, throwing her arms around his neck. They remained like that for a while, his warm mouth on her's, the two relishing in the sensation. By time the kiss was broken, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his nose brushing against her own in an affectionate manner.

"Go get my phone from the car, beautiful," he murmured softly, his breath dancing across her cheeks. Offering one last fleeting peck, the rosette unravelled herself from him and turned, heading for the doors. They swung open, her hands gripping the cold handles ever so fondly, the second set revealing her to the people around. Julia fell into a confident trot, heading up the slight incline toward the vehicle in question. The black 1995 Chevy caprice was bathed in a layer of snow, in which she drew the same yellow smiley face that was painted across Sherlock's wall back at 221B. Once she had arrived at the passenger-side door, she unlocked it with the set of keys she had been holding and then leaned in.

His phone was settled in one of the cupholders on the door, the old flip-phone tiny in comparison to her own. The moment she straightened herself up, the young woman watched the sky as it dimmed, the streetlights beginning to grow more apparent, strings of white and coloured light alike coming to life. Snow blew in waves across the open street, a bus driving by in all its glory with stickers of decorative balls and reindeer plastered in the windows. She smiled. London. Perhaps she would stay for good. If Elliot and she worked out, she could always live with him. Shutting the door behind her, she locked the vehicle and turned, only making it five steps before she was called out to.

"Ma'am!" It was a man. Her head turned, seeing him rush up to meet her. The distance was quickly closed between the two. He was tall, he smelled of moth balls, his head covered in long sandy hair. The goatee upon his upper lip and chin were admittedly flattering for his sharp jawline. A genuine smile laced his thin lips; she took note of the fact that he had one fleck of brown in one of his nearly green eyes. He seemed to be friendly, and yet being approached by a complete stranger, Julia could not fight the wariness growing within her chest. "Ma'am, please—"