Alright, I know this one is short but it's just an introduction. Reveiw and tell me what you think of it please?
I sighed as I took another hit from my cigarette, walking along the path. You would think someone in Florida, on a Sheraton resort, would be more happy. And yet, here I am, walking along the path along the fountain, bored out of my mind.
"You know you aren't allowed to smoke." A deep voice said, making me jump. I looked over to see a man with dark hair, sitting cross legged on a chair. He sat under a patio, his elbow on the arm rest as his arm was standing straight, his blue eyes staring at me. I sniffed some, raising an eyebrow.
"Why should I care?" I asked, giving him a look that said try it. He smirked, tilting his head a fraction.
"Your attire says you should." My brows came together, looking at him like he was an idiot. Which, I found out, most people are.
"What are you-" I stopped short as I looked down at what I was wearing. I wined as I forgot I stole a securities officer uniform. "Er, right. Well…" I blinked, looking back up at the now amused man. "Shut up." I mumbled, walking away.
"Do you know who I am?" He suddenly said, making me jump once more as he was behind me.
"Goddamn!" I muttered, turning to glare at the man before. He was taller then I expected, a good head taller then I. "Why would I bloody know who you are?" I asked, making his smile grow.
"No reason." With that we just looked at each other, that is, until he turned on his heel and walked away. "Are you coming?" He asked, stopping and looking over his shoulder at me. I continued to stare, unsure of what this man was.
"What?" He sighed at my question, as if I were stupid.
"Well, either you can continue with your boredom Ms. Colson, which I doubt is you name, are you can come with me to lunch." I blinked once.
"I'm not bored, and my na-"
"Yes you are and no it isn't." He cut across me. And with that, he continued on walking. I stood there, unsure of what just happened. I fought against myself on what to do. Stay with my pride and act as if that man doesn't exists, continuing on with my, hopelessly, boring day. Or, follow him.
"H-Hey! Wait up!" I called, dropping my long forgotten cigarette as I ran after him.
We sat down at the resort's restaurant. There were only a couple of people inside, most others just outside at the pool area.
"How do you know my name isn't Colson?" I asked.
"Because you haven't a clue of who I am." He answered, flipping through a page with annoyance.
"What?" He sighed at me, putting the menu down as he leaned back in the chair.
"Mary Colson is the had of security at the Falls section of the resort." I continued to stare at him for two reasons. One: I stole a uniform of a head officer, and two: He seems to know that. But, I decided I wanted to play it out, not give anything away.
"I still don't see how that means I'm suppose to know you." He smiled at that.
"You, are not suppose to know me. She is." He said, gesturing to the name tag on my-her shirt. I continued to stare at him, completely lost. He sighed once more. "Every security head was informed of me two days ago by my collogue." My eyebrows shot up at that.
"Why?" I asked, and he looked away, taking a sip of his water.
"An experiment." He muttered, putting the glass down. "So, this leaves me not knowing who you are." He continued, making me shake my head.
"The real question is, who are you?" He smiled at this. An arrogant, annoying smile.
"Sherlock Holmes. Consulting detective."