Chapter 2

I realised the time had gone by so quickly. I jumped up and ran for the door while yelling goodbye to Sherlock and John. I ran down the stairs and grabbed my keys from my left hand pocket; placing it into the lock, I pushed the black creaky for forward. My friend Victoria soon pounced on me.

"Lorna! Where have you been? You left me to unpack the apartment for an hour alone!"

"I am sorry, it's a long story"

"I have time, plus I have just boiled a cup of tea."

She sat next to me on the sofa while I rested my head on the soft brown leather. I began to explain how I had a hard day at work, and an interesting run in with the neighbours. She laughed when I told her about Sherlock. She soon fell into silence when I was being genuinely serious.

"Who on earth are we living above?" she practically yelled in my ear.

A soft noise caught my attention, my heart pounded at the thought of Sherlock walking in; now that would be embarrassing. It turned out to be Mrs. Hudson with a warm gentle smile on her face.

She discussed the rent and asked us how we were settling in.

"Have you two met the two men in 221B?" she asked with a big grin on her face.

I told her of my experience, and she nearly laughed her little head off at Sherlock's antics. Mrs. Hudson was a sweet woman and was very kind to Tori and me.

"Would you two like to come to my apartment tomorrow for dinner, I am planning on inviting Sherlock and John too?"

I was not sure if I was ready, but Tori said we would go. I knew she only wanted to meet Sherlock because he had been the first man I had ever shown the remote sign of interest in, and she was more social than I was.

She had short brown hair with layers starting at the crown and a side fringe. She had a tanner face than I had and a natural bronzed look, which defined her face beautifully. She was just a bit shorter than me but not by much. She never liked it when we were younger because I was 8 months younger than she was. I found her interesting; she worked as a freelance artist and was very talented in her field and smarter than most people were than I knew. She loved wearing her denim overall shorts over printed t-shirts with converses or army boots, she said it felt like she could still be a kid, even if nature did not agree.

I too wore printed t-shirts with either jeans or shorts along my favourite cardigan that had deep pockets that I could sink my hands into when I was cold. I then always wore black army boots, because they were my signature piece. I had a heart shaped face, but I was much paler than Tori with a natural glow to my high cheekbones. I had a straight fringe that slightly covered my eyes and medium to long strawberry-blonde hair.

That night Tori decided to take me shopping; I was not always keen on shopping but she convinced me to after mentioning that I could impress Sherlock with new clothes. I did not feel compelled to respond, as I knew she was overly excited to get out of her studio.