+theglassmind
Sherlock frowned at the woman making her way up the street. He'd seen her before, somewhere, maybe in a newspaper or magazine or somewhere she didn't belong. Even though keeping a low profile was priority and Sherlock dared not let on that he was the famous detective who had supposedly killed himself recently, he made his way towards her and intentionally cut her off in line to get coffee, hoping she'd make something of it.











