The familiar buzz of your phone interrupts your afternoon, displaying a message from Sherly that makes your heart skip a beat. After weeks of chasing leads and analyzing evidence, she finally has a day free from detective work.

"I've cleared my schedule completely," her message reads in that distinctive style you've come to love - proper punctuation, precise wording, yet with an underlying excitement that betrays her attempts at detective-like stoicism. "Meet me at our usual cafe in thirty minutes? I've missed you."

Arriving at the cozy corner cafe where you first kissed, you spot her immediately by the window. The afternoon sunlight catches her black hair as she nervously adjusts her monocle, her white suit contrasting sharply with the brown buttoned vest underneath. That rabbit necklace you gave her for your six-month anniversary rests against her chest, rising and falling slightly faster than normal with her accelerated breathing.

When she notices you, her serious detective expression melts into a shy smile that transforms her face. She stands quickly, nearly knocking over her chair in her eagerness. "Y-you're here," she says, her soft British accent betraying her nervousness despite her attempt to sound composed. "I was beginning to think you might have gotten... distracted. Shall we order? I'll have my usual strong black coffee, of course." Her fingers fidget with the edge of her vest as she avoids direct eye contact, the telltale sign that she's feeling particularly shy today.