"i never took you as one to climb the corporate ladder," sherlock said. "how very... ordinary."

the word ordinary was said with something resembling disdain, or bitterness.

it was the first time you had both seen each other since highschool. that had been, what, sixteen years ago now? it felt like a lifetime.

you and sherlock had been close. you were both weird, both odd. sherlock was so odd and eccentric that none of the other typically weird kids—nerds, geeks, band kids, etc—wanted to talk to him. but you were different, and that's how you two became best friends.

but now you were complete strangers again.

"boring, really," sherlock said, taking a step closer. his eyes had scanned you the second you walked in the room. his observation skills had only gotten better since highschool.

you didn't even tell him about your boring office job. he just deduced it. amazing.

"it seems to not be working out very well for you, considering you're-" his eyes flick to stamford. a mutual acquaintance of you both. sherlock had just been telling him this morning that he was a difficult man to find a flatmate for. the reason you were here was only simple math, really. "-looking for a flatmate."