I laid my coat on the arm chair across from Sherlock, who had sat down before me.
He pulled out his phone and texted someone briefly.
He then put his phone down and studied me as I had been doing to him the entire time.
We sat there in silence for a good two minutes, just staring each other up and down.
Sherlock put his hands together and rested them on his mouth.
My legs were crossed, one over the other and my hands were fiddling with the hem of my burgandy top.
"So Mr Holmes. Deduced anything yet?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He let out a deep sigh and sat up in his worn, black leather arm chair.
"Your ring was the first thing I noticed. Ring finger on the right. Personal and full of sentiment. What a useless emotion." He started just as Mrs Hudson came into the room with a tray of tea.
She set it down on the little table beside me and started to pour.
"Sugar and milk dear?" She asked me.
"Milk, two sugars." I smiled.
"Oh yes. Forgetful me, eh?" She chuckled. "I really shouldn't you know. Sherlock takes it just the same; don't you Sherlock?"
Mrs Hudson and I looked to the man opposite us as he snapped out of a daze.
"Yes. Lots of people have it that way though so I'm not sure there's a point to you specifically relating it to me Mrs Hudson. Have a good afternoon." Sherlock grinned for a split second before going back to his serious expression.
Mrs Hudson rolled her eyes. I mouthed a 'thank you' to her before she left.
"You were saying?" I said, taking a sip of my tea.
"Yes. Your ring. Right hand. Ring finger. At first I thought it was a gift from a boyfriend but I've only heard one person visit you so far and that was Mrs Hudson with your post. My next guess is a purity ring. Given to you by your father when you were a teenager. Teenager because it clearly hasn't been resized so it wasn't when you were a child, and no one is given a purity ring after their teenaged years so it must've been then. You treat your body and your appearance well, yet you lack confidence in your looks. Judging by the gun in your coat pocket, you were either military or armed police. I'd lean more towards armed police from what I've seen of your personality, plus of course how pale you are. A slight tinge of a Welsh accent says you used to live in South Wales, but you weren't born there. There's a slight London accent in there too, meaning you're originally a Londoner. You moved back here to look for a fresh start. Don't ask me how I know that one... I just do. Am I right?"
I looked at him in total bewilderment before nodding.
"You were right on all accounts... But one." I smirked.
Sherlock looked utterly intruiged.
"My uncle was the one to give me my purity ring. I've never met my father." I clarified, taking another sip from the warm liquid in the China cup.
"Now..." Sherlock said. "Let's see if you can 'work me out."