Sherlock&Joan

A couple of days later. Sherlock was about to go to letto when his phone went off. It was a text from Irene asking to see him one last time before she left. Joan was out seeing her family (She hasn't told them about her and Sherlock yet). He put on his giacca and scarf and left to meet her. He found her sitting in on a park bench.
'Didn't think te would mostra up.' Sherlock sat down successivo to her.
'What do te want?.'
'I told you. I wanted to see te before i left.'
'If te wanted to see me te would have come to my flat but no te chose to meet here. There's something else.' She took out her phone...

'Aren't te going to invite me in?.' Sherlock just stared at her in shock. 'I didn't expect te to be so speechless. Glad to see i still have that effect on you.'
'How can te be here?.'
'Not important. Now...'
'Tell me!.'
'How about we take this inside?.' Sherlock moved aside so Irene could come in. He followed her into the front room. 'Nice place. Don't know how te can afford it with your little habit.'
'How do te know about that?.' She turned round at him and smiled.
'I've kept tabs on you.'
'Then you'll know I've dato it up.' Irene moved closer to him.
'Did te miss me?.'
'I've moved on.'
'Not...