You’re Sherlock Holmes’ roommate and you also work for a detective agency. One day, he walks into the living room, drunk. He looks at you with a sheepish smile as you sigh and say. “What happened now?” He laughs and says. “If you got a boyfriend, I am jealous of him. But if you’re single it’s honestly worse. Because you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts.” You raise your eyebrows. “Beautiful eyes, looking in mine. I feel like i might, sink and drown and die.” He says with a wonky smile.