After 4 hours, 19 minutes, and 5 seconds; she finally arrived. I heard her knock and closed the book happily. "Finally!" I exclaimed while jumping to my feet. I then half-ran to the door.
"Lenora! Come in!" I smiled while opening the door. She looked at me oddly like I was doing something weird and I flushed deeply. I guess that's old fashioned isn't it? Polite; in my opinion. In any case, it wasn't something normal people did. No matter. She came in and stood in the middle of the parlor between John and I's chairs.
"Here, sit here." I told her while referring to my armchair. I then pulled up a chair from the dining room.
"So, how'd the investigation go..? I asked her while folding my hands in front of my mouth. She gave me a slight glare before sighing.
"Rather well, however, I still have a bit more investigation to do..." She said to me simply while crossing her legs. I opened my mouth to say something but stopped; knowing the answer and that it was a bad question. She looked at me with a bit of irritation in those teardrop blue eyes. "And, no. I don't want your help." I looked down in shame at my closed book. Will I ever live this down? Damn my brain... Why can't I just stop making her think poorly of me. Ugh.... I swear nothing has ever wracked my brain is badly in my life. The worst part? Nothing is working. I just stared at her until she raised an eyebrow at me and I flinched.
"Sorry..." I returned to my book. But then putting it down, realising it was no use.
"What was it Sherlock? Why did you want me to come here? Surely it wasn't just to ask about the case. Please tell me it wasn't to ask about the case." She asked while looking at me once more. Again. In this predicament. I don't know what I want to talk to her about. I just want to talk to her. About anything really. Well, particularly... I wanted to speak with her about... That thing called 'love'. However, I knew that subject would never be disclosed and that conversation would never become. So, what do I say? 'There was nothing I wanted to talk to you about I just made you come all the way over here for nothing'? Yeah. Right. I had an idea; a stupid idea but an idea. I held up my book.
"This book. Have you ever read it?" The book was 'Midnight Magic' by A.v.i
She shook her head.
"I can't say that I have but Keya has. She's told me about it." My lips turned up in a hard smile.
"I see." I replied simply while placing it back down. She furrowed her brows.
"Not exactly the type of book I'd expect you to read." She looked at me like she was worried. I tried to hide my flushed face.
"Y-Yeah... I read a variety of books. Though I can see why you'd say that." I replied. Bloody hell. I gave myself away by stuttering.
"Are you sure you're alright?" She came close to me and put her cool hand on my forehead. Her golden hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders and gently in that high ponytail. Her teardrop blue eyes were somewhat offset by her golden eyelashes. Her cheeks were a slightly rosy colour near her eyes---not a pink but a colour that would be that of someone who has been crying a lot. I could see that this was the case with her though, the reason was unknown to me. Could I possibly have missed this in my investigation? I was both angry and sad. What cruel being dared to make her cry so profusely? I wish I could help but I know that if I mentioned it it would just make matters worse. So, I kept my mouth shut like a good Sherlock. The gem that was below her left eye was a murky blue. I still have yet to figure out the reasons for the colours. I know that they are connected to emotion but knew not which.
"Yes; I'm sure." I assured her.
Soon she had to leave with little progress in progressing our relationship but that moment of earlier was enough. Probably the most affection I'd get from her and the closest to 'love' that I'd ever experience.