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

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HEY, DINNER ON ME? I think
you need some girl time ;)

(01/13/12, 6:01PM)

Girl time? With who?

(01/13/12, 6:04PM)

With me, Jewel-bug. What do you say?

(01/13/12, 6:04PM)

The conversation lasted perhaps fifteen to twenty minutes, and within that time, she had decided she had nothing to lose. Julia had been putting off messaging Elliot so they could meet up for ages now, so why not distract herself from the constant lump weighing down her belly? It was a good excuse to get dressed up a bit. Julia found herself a cleanly-pressed pair of jeans and a knitted v-neck sweater, slipping into the dahlia heels she had worn on Christmas Eve without a second thought. The rosette, once finished her makeup, didn't even look at herself in the mirror. She pulled on her coat and headed for the foyer, heels tip-tapping against the hardwood as she made her way out. The front door of 221B opened and her head popped out, peering down the sidewalk, her auburn curls illuminated in the street light. 

It took her a couple of seconds to spot him. Jim stood in the oozing evening glow, leaning back against a sleek black vehicle. He was dressed in the sharpest suit she had seen, his eyes glued upon his phone, pits of tar reflecting its blue light. Perhaps it had been because she felt a bit under-dressed, but Julia couldn't help but notice how her ears began to heat up as his gaze found her and his lips split in a honey-soaked grin. He looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary. Clearing her throat, the rosette forced herself to walk with confidence as she stepped outside of the flat box, shutting the door heavily behind herself with a thump. Her fingernails curled into her palms momentarily before she took a deep breath of chilly air. She had to relax, to forget about what was weighing her down. This was her night out. 

Still, she couldn't deny how tight her chest had become the moment she had parted from 221B. 

The man straightened up as she neared,  into his pocket as he stepped to the side. "You look good enough to eat, Jewel-bug," Moriarty commented, Irish lilt coming into play and mellowing out his rather bold compliment. Julia laughed softly, although she couldn't deny how saucy his dark eyes had become and how flustered she felt beneath them. She could feel them raking over her frame. That was Jim, after all: always bold, always out there, always... unpredictable. Her date opened the car door for her and she stepped inside, brushing by him and catching the faintest hint of his expensive cologne. It was odd— each time she would see him, he'd look even more grandiose than before. "Good thing I'm hungry for something else."

Although she had planned to thank him for his praise on her appearance and move on, she was quickly enraptured by the inside of the car, the driver in the front seat silent as the grave. The sears were a pale, creamy shade of beige, similar to coffee with a little too much whitener for her liking. Light filled the entire vehicle, warm and inviting, making her feel as though she had just stepped into a private jet rather than a simple car. Julia welded her teeth shut in fear that her mouth would fall open. "Like it?" asked Jim as he shut the door behind him.