"Right, so you do remember me. That's good. Now, I need to ask, can I stay at your place?" Sherlock just stared at me.
"Sherly? Sherlock?" I ask as he continues to stare at me. Suddenly, his demeanor changed. It would be imperceptible to anyone else, but I had grown up with him and I knew the signs. His shock had just been replaced with fury.
"I'll take that as a no," I said as I began to search the room for a good exit strategy. An angry Sherlock is a dangerous Sherlock and I really didn't want to take any chances.
"Get out," Sherlock said, his voice as sharp and cold as shards of ice. I scurried past him, knowing that right now, it would be best to leave him alone. I can come again tomorrow.
As I closed the door to the flat behind me, I heard someone heading up the stairs.
"If you're here to see Sherlock, beware. He's not in a good mood," I call to the person on the stairs.
"Is he ever in a good mood?" replies the voice on the stairs.
"Well, if you think that, then he's in a miserable mood," I smile.
"Either way, I put up with him," the man said as he came into view.
"Same here, but right now, he won't put up with me," I sigh. I think I understand how Sherlock feels, but it still hurts to be rejected by my closest friend.
"Do I know you?" the man said after he saw me.
"Yes, Hamish you do," I respond. John's eyes widen as he realizes who I am and how he knows me. Today's getting better and better.