I was making my way out of the building, excited to be free to myself after a long days work. The click of my shoes on the cold marble floor echoed as i made my way to the front lobby, I was just about to make my way through the revolving door when- "Eden! Hold on a second!" Shit. Sadly, that's what went through my mind immediately. I turned around to be greeted by a not so friendly face. Well actually, a much to friendly face was more like it. Her name was Debby, and I didn't know many things about her but she seemed to know every detail about me. I guess I could get to know more about her if I wanted to, but her much to eager and atrociously bubbly personality set me so far on to the edge that i could barely stand to be in a room with her for more than 3 minutes. I plastered on the fakest smile that i could muster, in fact, I made sure to make it look extra fake in hopes that she would get the hint. I spun around on the balls of my feet, only to be greeted by Debby wearing a smile that was to genuine it almost looked as fake as mine. Lord help me. She picked up her pace to meet up with me a bit quicker, and greeted my presence with a hug. I made an effort to make an embrace back, but to be honest I could have done better. She pulled away from me, thank god because I was considering to just about do the same. Our faces met with my trying-to-be-genuine-yet-still-really-fake smile, along with her all to familiar shit-eating grin. I guess she didn't get the hint. "Eden!" she said, shaking my shoulders a bit at the sound of my name, her smile still eagerly awaiting on her face. "That's me." I said, trying to keep my stance. Please I just want to go and eat something. "How have you been?" "Good, thanks." I would have asked her the same, but there was a frozen pizza awaiting my arrival at my home and i was all to eager to answer its calling. "Now what was i going to say?" she muttered with a perplexed look on her face. Oh for the love of ch- "Oh right! If I recall correctly, last week, in the staff room? You mentioned something about looking for a flatmate?" "Um ya, I did actually." How did she remember? If you think for one second that I'm bunking with you. "Well that's a relief, because I have an address for you! A friend of mine's flatmate moved out a couple of months ago and he's looking for a new one! It's just an offer, don't feel pressured to take it." She ushered a slip of paper in my direction, I took it with caution. "221b baker street?" I said, reading the address out loud. "Isn't this the address of that gu-" "Ya. Sherlock Holmes, detective, faked his suicide a couple of years ago. I won't bother to bore you with the story, I'm sure you're all to familiar with it!" "Not to much, but I've read about it in the papers." I said quietly. "Are you sure this would be okay? I mean I'd be happy to take the offer, but I mean is it alright with him?" "Oh absolutely, he put an ad in the paper just a couple of days ago. Which means you should probably go and see him as soon as possible, that is if you're interested." she poke my chest playfully. "Ya I am, actually. Thank you." I beamed to Debby. I was actually quite grateful. "Don't mention it." She said, smile still plastered. "Well, I can see you are all to eager to get out of here! Must be tired after a long day of work. I hope everything goes well, with the potential flat and everything." "Ya, me too." I said, still in shock from Debby's gesture. Maybe I was too harsh on her, I mean should I really hate someone so much just for being happy? "Well, See you soon! And good luck!" She yelled in my direction, she was already making her way back to the office. I hadn't realized it until then, but I had been staring at the paper for quite a while. I jerked my head up, and looked up just in time to make a wave in her direction. She beamed, and waved back. Thank you. A lot. My eyes slipped back to the paper, fluttering over the address repeatedly, just to make sure it was actually there. I had been living in my parents basement for months now, ever since I had gotten out of school actually. I had a job, and was highly capable of affording a flat, I just had trouble finding one. But now, there was one. And a nice one too, judging by the area. There was only one thing that set my mind aback from the decision. Sherlock Holmes. I was familiar with the name, as well as the stories. All of which made him sound like an all around and complete arsehole. But, in the heat of the moment, I found myself all to willing to overlook that. I wasn't going to let some tabloid labeled jerk ruin this new beginning for me. I spun around on the balls of my feet, back to the direction I came from. I continued towards the door, my shoes continuing to click. But something was different this time. I found myself to be much more happy this time. 221b Baker street. That was it. The address that would change everything.