It's a beautiful day in London. As in beautiful I mean its cold and raining. "Why must you work at the office when you work cases with me?" Sherlock, my fiancé, said from our bed as I got dressed.
"Because," I started, "You're too picky with cases and we have bills to pay." I walked into the kitchen to grab some food.
I got some bread and put it in the toaster as I readied my brief case. Sherlock came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my neck. "Stay home," he said softly.
I smiled and closed my eyes. "Sherlock I can't."
"Why not?" He asked as he lightly kissed my neck.
"Because Sherlock," I smiled. The toast popped out and I took that as my sign to go since I knew I was going to be late. I quickly ate the toast and gabbed my coat. "Bye Sherlock," I kissed him and dashed out.
It wasn't even raining, it was pouring. I locked the door behind me and stood under the sign of the shop next to 221B waiting for a cab.
There was a boy standing there, no older than 15, he was dirty and terribly thin. He was looking in the shop staring at the baked goods. I couldn't help but stare at the boy.
He noticed me staring and I looked away. "Sir," he walked up to me. "I'm hungry, may I have some change?"
I looked back at him. I felt horrible. "S-sure," I said as I reached for my wallet and gave him a 5, enough for a sandwich and a drink.
"Thank you," he smiled. I nodded and walked off in the rain.