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Written in the Stars
Day Nine: Hanging out with Friends
"You must be Mary," I smiled shaking her hand as the four of us sat down at the table. "John's told us a lot about you."
"And you must be Hanna," she said with a kind smile. "You're Sherlock's girlfriend, right?"
I raised an eyebrow, "Please tell me that's not all he's told you about me."
"No, of course not," She laughed, "He's spoken very highly of you. I just- well I didn't really think Sherlock was capable of getting a girlfriend."
I smiled and glance beside me at the man in question, "Well Sherlock? Are you capable of getting a girlfriend?"
He frowned in thought, "No, I'm not."
I smiled at him, "And why is that?"
"Because getting a girlfriend sounds like you are a prize to be won." He said simply, "I didn't win you, I didn't earn you, and I certainly don't deserve you."
"Then how would you describe it?" Mary asked. "If she is not your prizeā¦ what is she?"
He turned his head to look at me, a smile flickering across his lips, "I'm not sure yet."
"Well let me know when you figure it out," John said taking a sip of water. "So I can use it too."
Mary laughed looking at her boyfriend, "Who would of thought that Sherlock Holmes could out romance you."
Sherlock frowned, "What do you mean?"
"Sherlock," I smiled, drawing my finger along his jaw to turn his face to me, "You are a ridiculous man."
He smiled at me, "I know. I-" I kissed him.
"And you must be Hanna," she said with a kind smile. "You're Sherlock's girlfriend, right?"
I raised an eyebrow, "Please tell me that's not all he's told you about me."
"No, of course not," She laughed, "He's spoken very highly of you. I just- well I didn't really think Sherlock was capable of getting a girlfriend."
I smiled and glance beside me at the man in question, "Well Sherlock? Are you capable of getting a girlfriend?"
He frowned in thought, "No, I'm not."
I smiled at him, "And why is that?"
"Because getting a girlfriend sounds like you are a prize to be won." He said simply, "I didn't win you, I didn't earn you, and I certainly don't deserve you."
"Then how would you describe it?" Mary asked. "If she is not your prizeā¦ what is she?"
He turned his head to look at me, a smile flickering across his lips, "I'm not sure yet."
"Well let me know when you figure it out," John said taking a sip of water. "So I can use it too."
Mary laughed looking at her boyfriend, "Who would of thought that Sherlock Holmes could out romance you."
Sherlock frowned, "What do you mean?"
"Sherlock," I smiled, drawing my finger along his jaw to turn his face to me, "You are a ridiculous man."
He smiled at me, "I know. I-" I kissed him.