Sherlock & Joan

A couple of days later. Sherlock was about to go to cama 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 chaqueta and scarf and left to meet her. He found her sitting in on a park bench.
'Didn't think tu would mostrar up.' Sherlock sat down siguiente to her.
'What do tu want?.'
'I told you. I wanted to see tu before i left.'
'If tu wanted to see me tu would have come to my flat but no tu chose to meet here. There's something else.' She took out her phone...

'Aren't tu going to invite me in?.' Sherlock just stared at her in shock. 'I didn't expect tu to be so speechless. Glad to see i still have that effect on you.'
'How can tu 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 tu can afford it with your little habit.'
'How do tu know about that?.' She turned round at him and smiled.
'I've kept tabs on you.'
'Then you'll know I've dado it up.' Irene moved closer to him.
'Did tu miss me?.'
'I've moved on.'
'Not...