Watson

And your dress? Did you spill anything on it?

The taller boy with the chestnut-coloured hair smiled as he returned the glass.

Nerves gave way to relief. There was an ease to him that was infectious.

Emily

I don't believe so, but thank you for asking.

Watson

That's good to hear!

Smile still holding true, he made certain I was holding the glass steadily in my hand again before fully letting go.

Watson

Would have been a shame if a party like this was ruined over a dirty dress.

Holmes

Watson! Are you quite done? We don't have time for this!

Watson

Oh—sorry. I'm coming!

Watson

Enjoy the party!

Emily

I will. You as well!

With a wink, he turned and was ready to continue on his way.