The Day It All Began.
Not many people can say they have met the infamous Sherlock Holmes, let alone been with him on one of his escapades. But I can. I was with Sherlock the day the Earth was quiet. The day Sherlock died.
It all began on the most dreary of days. I should suppose it was a regular day in London but then again, I had just moved there from the good old U.S. of A. I was at a bus stop on the corner of Baker Street with that day's newspaper covering my head and my new peacoat to protect me from the cold. As I stared down at my now ruined shoes, I saw a pair of feet splash through a puddle and stop right next to me. Obviously a man due to the style of shoe. I looked up to see the face of the man standing next to me, when I heard a him say, "Doesn't this rain just sum up my day." His voice was very cold, and very, well, how should I say it, distant. I turned to look at the tall, mysterious man head on and saw a very handsome guy in a trench coat, a blue scarf wrapped around his neck, with high cheek bones, semi-curly black hair, and piercingly blue eyes. And when I say semi-curly, I mean his hair kind of flipped up at the ends, like he had just got out of bed.
Though I knew he had been talking to himself when he was talking about the weather, I looked up and hastily replied, "Doesn't sum up my day." "I wasn't talking to you.", He retorted, "But if you must know, my friend left me alone for the weekend to see his sister with only a note on the kitchen table as to why and stating that he would be back Monday. What in God's name did he mean by that! Now, I have to do everything myself!" He spat this last part out very angrily.
I knew just how he felt for my , now ex, boyfriend had walked out on me a month ago, hence my new beginnings in London.
"Actually, I know just how you feel. Why don't I take you to a nice coffee house I found right down the street to get out of the rain, order us some coffee or tea, and we can talk about it."
"Fine."