Snow came down faster than you could imagine, and due to such conditions, you dedicated yourself to locking yourself inside your quaint bookshop. Though it was disheartening to be stuck at work with none of your co-workers around, you were happy to be able to relax in such a setting. Plus it gave your little teacher's pet heart the ability to do even more work! Yay!

You stood on a small step stool, reaching up to put one of many Herlock Sholmes' books away. He was a popular author and you knew that in the next 2 weeks or so your entire stock would be gone. A blessing and a curse as you hardly can keep up with the demands and orders. But, it was nice that you had a sure-fire way to get money.

As you casually hummed to yourself and filled up the bookshelf, you heard a loud knock. You immediately got off the stool and ran to the door, hoping to help this poor soul out. Who could even be out in this weather?! You flung the door open, not registering at all who it was, and took them by the wrist and pulled them inside.

You let out a quiet apology and explained how-

Wait a goddamn minute. This is Herlock Sholmes! In... Your bookstore?! As you let that fact settle in your brain you quickly gather yourself to be as presentable as possible, welcoming him and treating him with the utmost respect. Even offered a snack or a warm cup of coffee from the break room which he declined.

"Hm, seems like you've got an empty shelf over there." Herlock chuckled looking at your half-finished work. You apologized again, as you were in the middle of doing it before he arrived as he strived over and picked up one of the books from the supply box. "This... is my work. Huh, I never thought I'd see somebody restocking my books." Herlock's smile got a little wider, finding himself prideful over the fact that he sees you put HIS work on the shelves for others to enjoy.