Have you ever dreamed of going to a large city where no one knew your name? Not for a business trip or because you are on vacation, but because you needed a new start? Well, so has Zaira.
Zaira O'Cain is someone that hasn't been on the best of term...
Nothing made me feel as good as I do now. With my limbs sprawled everywhere on this comfy couch with no coats on. On the coffee table was an apology pizza from my uncle. I made him go out and get me that coffee from the Speedy's barista and a good vintage movie. As he was getting the items, I waited on his couch in the living room taking a moment.
The day with Sherlock was nothing less than an ultimate migraine. He literally took me everywhere he went and hardly spoke a word to me after St. Bartholomew's. We only returned to 221B twice for him to examine something under a scope instead of treading back to the hospital to use their stuff. While at his apartment, John was most on the computer for some unknown reason. I was too shy to ask what it was he was doing on there so I just sat on the couch. It took only one time of me attempting to sit in the black chair and basically manhandled off of it by Curly-cues to see that he didn't want me there at all. John was the one to apologize in Sherlock's place.
So now I was left in peace to watch something with my uncle. A long awaited moment that I have missed so much. A special time for us to bond and regain what was lost.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Lazily, I took it out and checked to see who it was. I was a bit surprised to see Sherlock's name on there.
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I answered the call.
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What do you want now, Sherlock?
Zaira?
Who's this?
It's John from earlier.
John? Why do you have Sherlock's phone? And why are you calling me?
I just wanted to apologize for any harm that Sherlock had done to you over the course of the day. I know he can be overwhelming most of the time.
John, you didn't have to do that. It wasn't your fault that he's like that.
I know, but my best guess is that he didn't do anything to apologize to you for today.
He didn't. But I appreciate your concern.
Yes, well I took Sherlock's phone because I needed to inform you that your uncle, Sherlock and I are currently at the police department and you uncle apologizes. He told me to tell you that your roommate is currently in the interrogation room for questioning and that he can't get out of it.
Oh, okay. Well thank you, John, for informing me.
You're welcome, Zaira. He did tell me that you two were supposed to be having a movie night together to catch up. I Hope you two get to do that soon after.
Thanks. I hope so too.
Okay, take care.
Later.
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I sighed. Another time for bonding gone because of this stupid goblet case. At least the machine is with them and not me. I would have lost it!
Since I couldn't do much else, I went out, marking Greg's apartment location on my phone.
In London, there wasn't much of anything I knew here. There were only the parks and some restaurants, but that was back then. Right now I'm alone with no one to go anywhere with and I feel so out of place. At the moment, all I can do is walk around.
My mind was clear for the longest time, just taking in the bright lights of the city. Nothing familiar came to mind with the pacing of my sneakers. The large coat I had on did nothing for my face. The wind was blowing towards me and I didn't like it. A few people had bumped shoulders with me. Only two said that the were sorry. The last one just said for me to watch it. Rude much?
Only just looking up at a nearby sign, I saw that it was a bar. I would say it was a pub, but I don't want to get into English jargon this early. Still kind of want my American mindset.
Upon coming in, there was hardly anyone here. A small group of men were gathered around and near a pool table in the back and a couple women sat at the bar. Only one of them was really paying attention to the gambling in front of them.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, I thought to myself.
I stepped outside just as someone was passing by, accidentally knocking the both of us over. I landed on my side and I saw that I had kind of ran over this beautiful woman. Had to have been in the thirties or forties maybe.
I quickly got up to help her. "I am so sorry," I stressed. My hand was held out for her to take. The woman took it and now we were both in our feet. "I have been having a bad day and I'm sorry if I had just ruined--"
"Nonsense," she chuckled. "I'm still walking, so there's no need to fret over me."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course! Are you new to London?" The lady's arms crossed over each other as she stepped out of the way of the entrance. I took a step or two away as well.
I sighed. "What gave it away." I let out an airy laugh to keep the light-hearted feel to our conversation. I didn't want to seem too anxious.
She laughed. "Well normally when someone bumps into me, they don't take responsibility for it."
"How rude!" I responded. I did my best Stephanie Tanner impression. I didn't know if she would get it, but I thought it would be fun to try it. Finally, I stuck my hand out once more. "Zaira," I introduced myself. A shy smile played on my lips.
The woman took my hand once more. "Irene." ______________________ Haha! Bet you didn't see that coming, did ya? No you didn't. But if you did, then you deserve a cookie! Sadly I can't give you one. My cookies are reserved for the future in case I run out of cakes to make.
I just wrote a chapter in my drafts and I honestly am so proud of it and I really and honestly. Can't wait for you guys to read it! I really wish I could give you a sneak peak at it, but that would ruin it.
