John, you, and Mrs.Hudson were enjoying a nice cup of tea on the afternoon sunlight of London. The weather was quite nice, London was usually like this after the snow finally melted. Cold, but not too cold, and warm, but not too warm.

Then of course, all that was bothered by none other than your wonderfully tempered boyfriend, Sherlock. He stormed into the house, slammed the door and then ran to his bedroom, also slamming the door.

“Oh dear,” Mrs Hudson said, startled.