Curious Man - (Sherlock x reader)
Imagine: Meeting Sherlock at a store while he waits for Watson to buy a gift for Mary.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 579
A/N: I wanted to write this for the longest time and now I finally did it. It’s just a small drabble because I’m still not in shape to write a proper Sherlock fanfiction. Yet, I hope you like it.
“Beautiful choice, very fashionable if I may say so.” A male voice interrupted you.
You were doing your early Christmas shopping, a tradition you had started the first year you moved out of your parent’s house. Basically, you would buy all kinds of gifts for yourself before the prices got up.
“Thank you, sir.” You replied with a smile as you looked to the man that had spoken.
He was tall and slim, dark locks framing his pale face and deep blue eyes analysing you.
“I’m sure your fiancé will like it.” He continued. You furrowed your eyebrows.
It was common for people to inquire that you had a boyfriend, but this man was being too specific.
“I’m afraid I don’t have a fiancé.” You giggled. The man let out a breathy sigh.
“Then why are you wearing an engagement ring?” He asked. You looked down to your hand, which in fact had an engagement ring. “Don’t be ashamed of him. It is in fact an old engagement ring, probably his mother’s ring. I can see that it looks quite unused in spite of the age of it, so I’m guessing you got recently engaged.”
You smiled in amusement. The man seemed to be a pretty smart guy, yet he was wrong.
“I’ve told you: I’m not engaged.” The blue-eyed man furrowed, not willing to believe your words.
“Come again?” He asked.
“I said: you’re wrong.” You replied. The man looked too dumbfounded not to be funny, and hell, it took you an eye and half of the other not to laugh at his face.
“How can I be wrong? It is an engagement ring, and it is on your hand in the right finger. It’s old, and yet it looks clean because you haven’t worn it much.” You nodded.
“It is in fact an engagement ring, and I am in fact wearing it correctly. It is old, true, but it looks clean because I only wear it on occasions.” The man was truly messed up.
“So you only wear it on occasions because…” Before he could make a suggestion of you being a cheater to your fiancé or a single lady wearing a fake ring to keep men away, you interrupted.
“It was my mother’s engagement ring,” you spoke, “She gave it to me a few years ago. I’m not engaged and I only wear it every now and then because I don’t want people to think I’m already taken.”
“There’s always something…” The man whispered to himself.
“Sorry?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Nothing, never mind.” He shook the thought away with a hand gesture. “So, mind telling me why you don’t want people to think you’re taken?”
“You are a very curious man, aren’t you?” You laughed, not answering to his question.
“I am, in fact.” He responded, puffing his chest out and coking his eyebrow proudly.
“May I ask why you are so concerned about my relationship status?” You asked, smirking.
“I happen to find you very pleasing to the eye and, now, I also find you very interesting.” He answered, taking good care of his words; he sounded like he was afraid to say something wrong, yet somehow he also sounded confident.
“(Y/N).” He finished. You gasped what kind of man was he?
“You’re wearing a bracelet with your name on it.” He simply replied.
“What a strange man you are, Mr…” He smirked at your words.
“Holmes,” He spoke, “Sherlock Holmes.”