Greg had noticed the red headed student around campus a few times, but had never found an opportunity to say hello. Now he looked like had his hands full with some presentation or other.“You look like you could use a hand,” he said, taking one of the bulkier objects from him.
He got a glare in response, but there wasn’t an effort to take it back either. “Greg Lestrade,” he said with a warm smile.
“Mycroft Holmes, and you’re the captain of the rugby team. I know who you are.”
Greg shrugged. “Major presentation today?”
“Obviously.” Mycroft started walking again, letting Greg trail in his wake. Apparently he wasn’t worried about Greg running off with his stuff. They went into the classroom and Mycroft set things down before taking it from Greg and starting to set things up.
Greg watched him a moment, but since Mycroft was clearly busy, he turned to leave.
“Gregory? Would you mind dropping this at the library for me?” Mycroft offered a book.
“Sure. See you around.” Greg took it and left him too it. The book was some dense tome about foreign policy by the looks of things. As Greg stepped outside he shifted the book in his hands and a piece of paper nearly fell out.
Smiling, Greg pulled it free and opened it, glancing back at the building before pocketing Mycroft’s phone number.