"John." Sherlock poked his side. After no response, he elbowed him.

"Jesus, what?"

"My name is not of a probably mythical person who people worship to every Sunday morning."

John laughed, and Sherlock compared it to a strawberry ice cream cone on a sweltering day in August.

"I want to take you on a date."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, John."

"Where?"

Sherlock scoffed. "Well, it's a surprise of course!"

John's thin lips slowly spread into a full smile. Sherlock wanted to kiss it away.

So he did.