"Oh, hello." I've heard a male voice from behind as I put down another box full of books. I wiped my forehead tiredly. "You're the new neighbour?" He asked curiously as I turned to face him. I hated moving, but I was almost finished. Well, at least with packing the boxes out of the car…

"Hi, yes." I smiled at him offering my hand "Jessamy Abbott, nice to meet you."

"John Watson." He introduced as we shook hands. "Nice to meet you too." He said returning the smile.

"And you are?" I turned now to Watson's accompany who stand in silence examining me judgingly.

"You are terribly unwelcome here." He added then I realized he must be that Sherlock Homes Mrs Hudson was talking about. She was not overacting when she said he could be quite unpleasant.

"It's good to see you too, Mr Holmes." I sent him a smile either way then I grabbed a box to take it inside.

"Please, let me help you." Watson took the box out of my hand as I picked another, less heavy one.

"Why are you moving here?" Holmes asked walking in with us.

"Why, you are the famous detective, why don't you tell me?" I asked him and I saw the sparkle in his eyes. It only took him a moment to give me an answer. A quite accurate one to be honest.

"You broke up your engagement recently."

I just nodded approving his theory.

"What… How…" Watson seemed a bit confused and I looked at Holmes. He was staring into my eyes, as he explained.

"She was wearing her engagement ring for a long time, its sign is still visible on her left ring finger, not on the right, that's how I know that she wasn't married. Plus, she still tries to play with it seeking for security in a situation she's uncomfortable with, just like now." He told to Watson rapidly not taking his eyes off of me. "Am I correct, Miss Abbott?"

"Perfectly, Mr Holmes." I answered to him. It would've been useless to deny it.

"She seems pretty carefree." He answered Watson's untold next question, about how he deducted that I ended that and not my fiancé.

"Impressive." Watson murmured under his nose as we put down the boxes.

"Reading people is not that hard." I commented and I felt Holmes' curious gaze on me.

"Well, I guess then reading me won't be a problem for you." He challenged me, but I wasn't afraid. Two could play that game, and I wasn't that bad either.

"Let's see." I turned to him asking a moment for myself while I checked him out. "Your IQ is extremely high, and thanks to that you're one hell of a detective, although along with that your EQ tends to zero, which makes you socially unbearable." I stated and Watson couldn't helped but chuckled. "And Mr Watson's laugh just tells me that this is the ugly truth." I added.

"Please, call me John." He said being still entertained.

"Jessy." I nodded asking him the same.

"That would have been obvious even for John." Holmes commented not being satisfied.

"Hey." John said being a little offended.

"I'm not done yet." I reassured Holmes continuing. "You're highly competitive and get frustrated if you're not the best at something which makes me think you have some family issues. If I'm right your parents wasn't supportive enough and did not acknowledge your talent. There might be an older sibling too, a brother maybe whose probably more successful, at least that's what you think." I guessed and seeing his face I become sure. "Yes, definitely."

"Your coat is covered by fur, but you don't have any pet. You're working with animals but usually pets, not livestock. Since I saw a diploma in one of your boxes, I highly doubt you work at the animal shelter. More so a veterinary, right doctor?" He asked as he revealed another fact about me, but yet again he was true.

"Even though you're a great mastermind, you can't stand intimacy and can get easily embarrassed in daily situations, just like when people physically get too close to you." I continued not bothering to answer as I walked right in front of him. "Especially if that someone is an attractive women." I added as we were only inches away. He was way taller than me, but it didn't stop me.

"You suggesting I find you attractive?" He asked with a blank expression, but I saw through it.

"Considering your level of awkwardness, yes, I think you find me quite… appealing." I teased him stepping back to packing while John stand in awe and Holmes in silent.

"Don't get too comfortable." He commented then left without any other word.

"How did you do that?" John asked me still being shocked.

"What?" I asked him smiling at his surprise.

"I've never saw anyone outsmarting Sherlock." He answered as we went outside for another round of box-packing.

"I did not outsmart him." I disagreed. Holmes discovered as much about me as much I did about him, if not more.

"Well, you left him speechless for sure." He added smiling kindly at me.

"I guess I just don't like bullies." I shrugged being happy that at least one of my neighbour likes me.