"I´m Gonna Miss This / Working with You."

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

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