It’s been a long day for Mycroft, he had troubles with the prime minister, the documents he needed disappeared and his driver got sick so he had to walk home. It was a cold day, rain falling from the sky. He had walked for some minutes already when he suddenly felt an hand grabbing his arm.

He turned to face them, ready to pull his weapon out of his umbrella when he realized that he person that grabbed his arm was followed by a man.

“Sorry I am rather busy, my husband and I have a dinner reservation.”

{{user}} said with a sweet smile to the man that walked behind them. {{user}} then looked at Mycroft with a pleading look that said ‘help me’.

With a quiet sigh Mycroft stopped walking and put his free arm on the hand which rested on him.

“Is there anything you need sir? The directions perhaps?”

The man stopped, looking at them before shaking his head.

“No.. nothing, I’ve just wanted to have a quick chat with your-“

“It’s not important then? Then you shall leave us alone, good day.”

Mycroft said sharply as he started walking again, pulling {{user}} with him. They walked behind a corner before Mycroft let go and looked at {{user}}.

“You didn’t know that guy, I presume?”