A young girl with ginger hair, walked around the corridors of the school, lost. She looked inside a classroom, looking for someone who could help her. That's when she saw him.
A boy with curled black hair, sitting alone at a table, looking at a microscope.
The girl walked into the room, slowly, eying the boy. "Hi."
"Hello," he answered, without looking up. "You seems lost."
She nodded. "I am. I came from..."
"Scotland, judging by your accent," the boy told her, raising his head to finally look at her. That's when she noted his bright blue eyes. "Probably because of your father's work."
"Yes, it's rubbish," she told him, nodding. She looked at him suspicious. "How did you know about my father's work?"
The boy shrugged. "I deducted."
She looked at him for a moment, before smile. "That was amazing."
"Really?" The boy asked her.
The girl nodded, excited, taking a seat in front of him. "Really. How do you do that?"
"I simply observe," he told her, giving her a small smile.
She held out her hand for him to shake. "Caitlin Blackmore."
He took her hand. "Sherlock Holmes."
Caitlin smiled bright at him. "I think we are going to be great friends Sherlock."
They smiled at each others. Knowing that it would be the start of a great friendship.
