"That’ll be 12.50," John said, handing over what was likely the 14th pizza of the evening.
"Right," Sherlock replied, handing over a few notes, "there you are."
"Right. So, are you just going to keep ordering pizza until the end of my shift?"
"I mean, I could just tell you when that is," John supplied, "and you could just order the one more. And I could bring it to you. And you could invite me in. For pizza."
"For pizza?" Suddenly, Sherlock’s lungs felt awfully difficult to fill.
John winked. “And, you know. Anything else you might like to order.”
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