"I'm so confused," Hannah cried as she almost started to leave except for the small voice behind her.
"Maybe I can help," it was the boy Viola had referred to as Michael.
"What do you mean?" Hannah asked him.
"It's just, I can tell you how Viola did that and why it's so attractive," he mumbled the last part to himself.
"Oh, ok. How?"
"See, Viola has this thing where she can figure out anything about anyone with a simple look at them. She calls them her 'deductive skills,'" Michael answered quickly, wanting to help but also wanting to get it over with as he disliked talking to strangers.
Hannah pondered this.
"Hmm," she said to herself, "Viola said to meet her at 221B something street-"
"221B Baker street," Michael interrupted.
"Yes, 221B Baker street, where, apparently, my whole life story will be explained. Might as well go," Hannah said and started for the door. Appallingly like Viola, she turned around on the heels of her red high top Converse and said to Michael,"Oh, and thanks for your help. I can see why Viola likes you."
As she turned around and walked away from the lab, she has never felt more confident in her life (compared to her usual shy self) because she knew she had just made a lovesick teenage boy's day.
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A Viola's Song
FanfictionViola Holmes has always wondered if her life was supposed to be like this. Her father is the famous Sherlock Holmes who never has time for her (except for cases) and her mother, Irene Adler, left her when she was very young. Solving cases, fighting...
