Summary: Of first meetings and coffee.
A/N: Thank you xDarkLightx, i-am-the-wallace, bookworm0902 and Rori Potter; thanks to everyone else who favoured or followed. :)
Sherlock sat on a bench and pulled out a cigarette. He hated flat hunting, unfortunately for him his previous landlord reached a certain point before he burst - like many landlords before him did, saying he could take no more and here is Sherlock's two weeks' notice. He couldn't handle Sherlock's eccentricity he said.
Sherlock also hated how with every passing day one cannot maintain a smoking habit in London. Reaching for the newspaper beside him, Sherlock started crossing out flats he had already seen and didn't like or didn't like their landlady – never rent a flat from a recovering drug addict, especially one who seems to be looking for a new boyfriend.
He didn't even bother to spare the man who took a seat beside him a second glance. The man who is most certainly out walking his dog if Sherlock were to trust his nose and ear.
"Come on Padfoot, let me rest for a second and I will play with you," And apparently someone who likes folklore too.
"Hey, can you look after my things while I go play fetch with Padfoot?" The man asked, "I will treat you to coffee if you will," He said with a smile while Sherlock stared at him.
"Only for fifteen minutes, I got flats to hunt."
"Thanks mate. I am Harry Potter by the way." The man said before running and throwing a ball for the dog to catch.
Fifteen minutes later Harry sat next to Sherlock, "Coffee I know, but first what is your name?"
"Sherlock Holmes."
"Let's get some coffee then Mr. Holmes."