Arranged Meeting (Rose)

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock was bored, as he stared out at the people moving ignorantly by, unaware of whatever went around them. Believing that they were living in a world filled with order, controlled by law. They were all wrong. Sherlock could see what was going on, could see who were pickpockets, who walked on the wrong side of the law, those who dabled in it. Then there was the majority. the innocent people who would be the victims and come to him for help. Still, there was never enough crime. Which was the main reason as to why he was stuck here.

Earlier a magazine editor asked to have a meeting with him. Ofcourse, Sherlock had tried to decline, but John had forced him to go. Aparently having a bored and formalily dead detective hanging around the house was not something very good. And apparently the wall did not need a companion and Mrs Hudson would not agree. So he had been forced into this and then kicked out of the house. Which were the events that had lead to Sherlock sitting and waiting for some stupid person to ask him questions. This was going to be tedious.

[Rose Harrison]

Rose walked into the cafe holding her notebook. She would have taken her laptop but she was fearful of someone going past and spilling things on it. She spotted the detective and sat opposite him. "Hello, you must be Sherlock Holmes. I'm Rose Harrison, obviously." Rose introduced. She could kind of realize that he wasn't happy. But hey, this could be interesting for her magazine...and for the detective himself somehow, perhaps. She hadn't thought of a reason for that.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Hello, you must be Sherlock Holmes. I'm Rose Harrison, obviously." Sherlock's icy gaze turned to look at the editor. Nothing new. Had evidentally lived in a care home. The detective didn't get up to greet her, that was not needed. "And you are here wanting to here everything you can about me?" Sherlock said, still watching her with his cold gaze. No pets, but that was not uncommon within the city. Not a lot of space and safety for them. Sherlock looked out the window and gestured towards the spare chair, offering a place for Rose to sit.

[Rose Harrison]

Rose sat where he offered her to, smiling gratefully. "Well, yeah. Because 'm sure my readers would love to hear about you, what with you being in practically all[ the newspapers for a very long time." Rose reminded him, ordering a coffee. "Do you want a drink?" she asked Sherlock, smiling politely.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Well, yeah. Because 'm sure my readers would love to hear about you, what with you being in practically all[ the newspapers for a very long time." Sherlock regarded Rose without any sign of emotion. "They want to know about the man beneath the hat. You want to have a great article." Sherlock said, his gaze cold, before he turned to look at the window and people going on about their buisness. "Do you want a drink?" Sherlock's gaze didn't move from the window this time. "No." He replied.