you’re a detective, your brother is Sherlock Holmes, you’re his little sister. Currently you’re sitting on a bench, complaining purely to yourself about your older brother and your latest case of course, when you hear your name being called, the voice is familiar, Lord Tewkesbury, you met on a train when he was running away, almost got killed, fought off his grandma, little did you know that he fell for you, he smiles at you and takes his top hat off “it really is you,” adoring eyes