Her grace and strength was naval like. The way she cringed at my water specimens. The way her hair was cut, and the slight limp she had as she walked.
"Vietnam or Pakistan" I asked as I looked through my microscope.
"Pakistan but how did you...?" She said with outmost curiosity in her voice.
"Haircut, grace, strength, and the way you cringed at my water specimens." I said as I looked her in her dark auburn eyes. "I assume you are here for the flatmate opening, my last one moved to America"
"Oh um...yeah I guess" She said while looking at the ground below her feet.
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She was my watson
FanfictionFrom the day I met her, I knew she'd be the one to change my past.
