Sherlock didn't like holidays, especially Christmas. He was not a religious man.

But John was. So he threw a Christmas party at 221B, inviting all their mutual acquaintances. And a new girl.

When you entered the living room, Sherlock's eyes darted over you. Petite figure, short stature, short hair that was cut recently. He deducted all the necessary things about you.

"Sherlock, this is Nova," John said, introducing you to him, "We met recently."

"Sherlock Holmes," Sherlock introduced himself, shaking your hand. Narrowing his eyes, he ask, "Would you share a cigarette?"