It didn't take long for John to answer the knock at the door of 221B. Sherlock had him up all night running around for their latest case and he just decided not to go to bed when they got back at 6:45 am. He was a bit surprised that Mrs. Hudson was up though, "Mrs. Hudson, how can I help you?" She smiled and replied briskly, "Well, actually, we will need Sherlock's help too. Is he up as well?" John moved slightly to the left so she could see past him. The man she had inquired about was laying backside down on the couch, feet hanging off the edge on one end. She smiled, "Great! Now both of you come downstairs immediately. I want you to meet your new flat-mate. I finally rented out flat C!" Before they could protest she had turned and started back downstairs in a hurry. John looked at Sherlock who had now sat up and was rolling his eyes, "Do you have to give me that look." John raised his eyebrows, "What look?" Standing up, the tall man walked by to follow in Mrs. Hudson's footsteps, "The one that says, 'come on, we have to do it for Mrs. Hudson'." John shrugged as he closed the door, "It worked, didn't it?" He couldn't see the slight smile that appeared upon his friends face for a few seconds.
When they had both arrived down at 221C, the door opened before Johns hand could make contact. In the way stood Mrs. Hudson looking back at someone further in the room, "I'll just make sure the boys are on their way. Don't touch a thing, you're bound to hurt yourself." Sherlock cleared his throat causing her to jump, "Oh goodness, I didn't see you." She laughed and waved them in, "Klayre, this is Dr. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. They live in the flat above you." In front of them, standing with an unpacked box in hand, stood a rather rosy cheeked woman. "Just a moment, please." She said as she sat it down on the counter. She turned and flashed a pearly white smile, "Hello, Dr. Watson. Mr. Holmes." She shook their hands in turn, "I am Klayre White. I'm looking forward to a bright neighbor-ship."
John smiled and noticed Sherlock roll his eyes slightly at the made up word. "So I am assuming that Mrs. Hudson said we would help move some things?" She nodded, "Yes, but you don't have too. Really! I can do it alone; it'll just take me a little longer." John nudged his friend in the arm to respond as he had yet to speak. Sherlock started walking over to the couch, "Where would you like it moved." It took about two hours for them to help Klayre settle with the furniture and then John moved into the kitchen to help in there. Sherlock just stood by the couch, watching.
It was a bit hot in the small flat now that they had been moving around. Klayre took off her jacket and threw it over at the couch, along with her paper boy styled cap. Her copper-colored hair, now visible was thrown into a messy bun and her bangs were bobby-pinned back in a way that helped elongate her slightly round face. She chuckled as she pushed her sleeves up to her elbows, "Mr. Holmes, you could hang up the curtains if you'd like something to do." Sherlock nodded and proceeded to do exactly that. They were a deep purple with gold filigree, and really brightened up the ivory room. After they finished in the kitchen, Klayre looked at her watch. It was now 3:30 pm, "Oh, shit! Okay gents, thank you very much for the help! I really appreciate it, but I have got to be off or I'll be late for work." With that both John and Sherlock were shoved out the door so she could get ready.
Klayre's POV
I quickly ripped off my shirt and jeans and rummaged around for the uniform that I'd left out on purpose. Checking over my hair in the mirror I grabbed my purse and took off out the door. I waved at Mrs. Hudson who was on her way upstairs with a tea tray. The cab I had ordered was waiting, "Lavender Garden, please." It took about 25 minutes to get there. I walked in thru the employee entrance and looked for the Executive Chef. "Ah, Miss. White, please come into my office." I followed nervously. "So our common friend was able to get you an interview into my establishment. I will require of you the same standards as my own protégés, no less."
I nodded, "Of course, Chef Blanche. I will do my best to uphold to those." He smiled and motioned for me to take a seat, "First off you have to provide for me a 6 course menu and upon approval, cook it for me and two others. You have one week to come up with your first draft. This will determine whether you have a permanent job here or not." I nodded, my mind immediately started racing for ideas. He led me over to the Garde manger. I frowned inwardly, cold food! The night was full of salads, soups, plating fancy desserts and of course being pranked by my future co-workers. I didn't get home until about 12 am, where I slowly crawled into bed. I had tomorrow off and worked again on Thursday. As I drifted off, the sound of a violin filled my dreams.
(Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy :) I will update soon, but please keep in mind I am a college student so it might take a few days. Klayre White is my own character as well as the Lavender Garden and all menus I post within the story!)