22 years old

I was beginning to help myself to some coffee when Sebastian came down from his room. He looked quite frankly like shit.

"Was she any good?" I asked absent-mindedly stirring in some sugar.

Sebastian grinned and put a croissant onto a plate. "One of the best." He said. He then frowned. "Wait, what?"

I gave a small laugh. "Sebastian you really are quite predictable."

"How the hell do you know-"

"That you were shagging last night?" I asked. "Only a fool would miss it. You've showered-"

"It's basic hygiene, yes."

"You never shower on a Tuesday." I replied. "You are the worst when it comes to hygiene. And unfortunately for you, the shower didn't wash away any of her perfume. And there is a small dash of lipstick still on your neck."

Sebastian grinned. "Nice one. Who told you? Was it Barnes?"

I frowned. "Barnes?"

"Quite the gossip." He grinned.

"Barnes hasn't come down from his room this morning." I said calmly. I turned and began moving to the tables.

"Not eating today?" Sebastian asked sitting opposite and buttering the pastry.

"Nope." I replied.

"Class?"

"Social sciences."

"You're not going are you?" Sebastian said. "What kind of man does social sciences?"

"One that realises that it has many areas that can be used." I shot back.

"I can't see you working as a psychiatrist Sherlock,"

"I can't see myself working." I shrugged.

Sebastian laughed haughtily. "No, I guess not."

"You?"

"That blasted business studies. It is exceedingly dull." He replied.

I grinned. "You sound like my brother."

"How is your brother, might I ask." Sebastian asked.

"What is it to you?" I asked. "You barely know my brother."

"Fair enough." Sebastian shrugged. "How is lovely Irene?"

I looked up at him. "Away," I lied. "At her grandmothers. Her brother is sick."

He nodded. "Oh, right." He got up and rammed the pastry into his mouth. "Talk to you later?" He said spitting out bits of his food.

I wiped it off the table, a little pissed off. "Yes. Later. Whatever."

He grinned and left leaving me alone in the cafeteria watching the other students pass. My goodness, they were dull. Chatting about Duran Duran, and lipstick and the new nightclub they found the previous night. Even the coffee was dull.

"Alone again, naturally," Sang a voice.

I looked up. "Hello Irene." I said. She smiled down at me, her hair piled on top of her head with simple elegance and strands fell across her face with grace and simplicity. She held a bottle of Coca Cola in her hand and was letting the bottle top place with her bottom lip. Simply putting it she looked amazing.

She sat down next to me. "Bored are we?"

"Exceedingly so." I replied.

"Oh, well, I might have something to pick you up." She reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope. I took it from her.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Guy from police, Lestrade or something... He's a young one, few years older than us. He is looking for individuals to help him on an enquiry."

I pulled out the envelope. Inside was a letter. "This is addressed to you." I said.

"Yeah, but not really my area of expertise." Irene replied.

"You work with a criminal mind. You could easily divulge a criminals intentions." I said wearily.

"Yeah, but it's more fun working for the bad guys," She replied. "Been a good boy?"

"Always," I replied.

"Oh, well," She pulled a little bag out of her pocket. "Don't open it here."

I smiled knowing what was inside. "How much do I owe you?"

"Consider it as a present." She said. "You know, for getting back into university,"

"Thanks." I said kissing her.

"Alright," She said. "I think I better go. Visits are not always appreciated."

"No," I moaned. "Stay,"

She bent down and curved her hand around my face. "Now, Sherlock. 'I want' doesn't always get."

"Please?"

"I can't. I have to go hustle some pensioners."

"I hope that's a lie." Sherlock said.

"I hope that you'll behave." Irene said. "Now let my hand go."

I kissed it tenderly. "Okay. Love you."

Irene paused and looked over at me. "Yeah, whatever." She said. "Listen I gotta go."

I sighed and watched her leave.