A Scent of Lavender and Mint

by amyraklaire

Join Klayre White,a rising chef fresh from America. With a trial job at 'The Lavender Garden' at stake, she moves into 221C on Baker Street as its the closest flat available. Will her new flatmates bring her dreams of owning her own restaurant to an end? Will she get herself involved with dangerous investigations? Will romance blossom? Find out in, A Scent of Lavender and Mint.

2. Chapter 2

I woke up around 6 and made some coffee, giggling on the inside about how very un-British I was. I sat down on the couch and watched some television to help myself wake up. There wasn't really anything good on so, off to the shower I went. While washing my hair, violin music began playing again. I smiled and decided to make my upstairs neighbors lunch for helping me unpack yesterday.

I looked at my body in the mirror as I dried off. I wasn't a model by any means reaching only 5 ft. 3in and on the chubby side. In the mirror were chubby thighs, a slightly pudgy tummy, gigantic breasts and gorgeous long hair. I didn't really care what other people thought. I found myself beautiful, confident and intelligent. If other people didn't, that's their fault. I worked out when I could: loving a good aerobics session and yoga was amazing. Anyway I threw on some skinny jeans, boots and a nice green tunic before heading upstairs.

As I knocked I could hear someone shoving stuff out of the way before getting to the door. John answered, "Oh, hello Klayre. Would you like to come in?" He motioned for me to come on thru. Books where thrown about everywhere and Sherlock was flipping pages faster than I could watch. I laughed, "Having a reading party?" John rubbed the back of his head, "Actually we are trying to solve a case." I raised an eyebrow. He walked over to some photos hanging on the wall. "This is some kind of code and we found that it's a page and word number combination. We are just trying to find the right book." I nodded, "This is a bad time for me to be here then. I can just go." I motioned to the door with my thumb. Sherlock spoke up, "Yes, please do. I can't concentrate with all this chatter." Again I nodded and waved slightly as John shook his head, "No, no, you can stay. If you'd like you can help." I shrugged, "Cool, I have nothing else to do." John smiled slightly and pointed to a section of books that hadn't been looked thru yet. He then told me what the first section of the code meant and I began to look for it in the books. Neither of them talked a lot during the process, so I kept quiet as well.

Their flat was quite large, the wall to my right had a smiley face painted on it. Was that a bullet hole? There was a skull on the fireplace and I saw the violin placed by the window. It reminded me of when I played clarinet, which brought back a lot of memories.