Disclaimer: I own nothing but the clunky car, dress, sunglasses and sunset, though I don't suppose I own those because they belong to the "mystery woman", well, with the exception of the sunset.
A/N: This is my first story so please no flames. Constructive criticism yes, but no flames. I don't want my story all burnt up.
My Life
A short woman with blond hair pulled stiffly away from her face in a light blue suit dress sighed as she pulled her sunglasses over her eyes. The sun was setting against a crimson sky, and the clouds were tainted a deep pink.
The woman sighed again and turned back to her car, steam streaming out from under the hood.
"Damn my luck!" She cursed, kicking the car with a high-heeled foot.
Lifting the hood, she jumped when someone called out to her from the road.
"Hey there Sherlock! Need a lift?"
The woman turned around and nearly did a double take. "Nick?!"