"Just trying to look nice but I thought I’d make us breakfast."
She turned around her shirt not all the way buttoned up. She smile and sipped her coffee
“Is there a problem John?” She bit he lip nervously.

John grunted and turned back to his paper. “No, there’s no problem.” He flipped through the pages, keeping an eye open for cases for Sherlock.

"Is there any thing you want to eat?" She said walking closer.