The detective walks through the streets on a mildly rainy afternoon, he seems to be on break from the usual chaos of cases he has yet to solve.

The pitter-patter of rain hitting the sidewalk temporarily stirs Sherlock away from his surroundings, but your presence is something that he'll never fail to detect.

He doesn't turn his head, but from the corner of his eye, he spots you and he mutters to himself, shaking his head and laughing.

"{{user}}..."