Deducing in Time

We all know the story of Sherlock Holmes. The mad man who seems to have all the answers. The man who is a mystery in himself. All are scared, except one. The one girl who might have the bravery to understand Sherlock like no one else. And to along the way, solve the mystery of time.


4. Georgia street


      I was shocked, but...flattered? If i'm correct he just asked me out. But it didn't seem like a date to wine and dine. It involves a secret, which makes a wine and dine outing seem like cake.

     Today the weather wasn't any better than the day before. Not one ray of sun has been seen for a least 3 days, lucky for me this is preferable to a day of sun and fun. I woke up this morning to my alarm going off as usual, but for once I had something to get me out of bed. In exactly an hour I am going to meet a man with a secret, who seems to be a secret in himself. I don't even know his name. 


     By the time I was out the door I had my dark, short hair washed and it was already curling into the mop it stubbornly shapes into. My nerves fluttered around in the pit of my stomach, anxious to get to Georgia street in STAT time. 

     I rode in the rain, peddling careful not to unintentionally kill myself in the fatally slick streets. In 15 minutes I was soaked even under my layer of yellow raincoat and scarf, just in time to pull up to empty Georgia street. 

      The first thing I saw was a lean figure in a dark coat down the road in a nearby courtyard, safe from the downpour. 

     I walked over with my bike at my side approaching him with caution. For whatever reason I was feeling less trusting today, knowing that this man has a secret. 

     He had his back to me, I grew closer, already smelling the pungent lemongrass smell. 

"Hello." I say, trying to urge my confidence out. He turned swiftly on his feet to face me. I smiled and pulled the hood off my head so that I was visible.    

     "You came." He replied with a twinge of surprise in his tone.  He didn't budge, remaining stiff to my stare.

     "Why wouldn't I?" I ask. 

     "Mmm." Is all he replies with. His look penetrating and nearly leaving me chills. His tone continuing along the lines of skeptical and untrusting. 

     "You mentioned a secret yesterday." I say looking down to pick at my nail.

     "Yes, of course." He replied. Neither of us said anything for a moment, a very long and silent moment.

     "And...?" I say finally realizing that he wasn't going to reply without a push.

     "And...why are you here?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at me. What does he mean? Im here because he asked me yesterday to meet him, he surely wasn't the wrong man. 

     "You asked me yester-"No, no, no, why have you come to meet a man you don't know even a thing about, who tells you he has a secret and to meet you on a street nobody travels?" He cuts off. 

     "You have never seen me before, you don't even know my name and yet you show up anyway, most girls your age would think I was sketchy, maybe even a perv. But you-not you." He says as he paces, glancing up at me every time he turns. As he finishes this fast paced rant he stops directly in front of me, looking me in the eye. 

     My heart pounds hard enough I thought even he could hear. He had a point, a very valid one at that. What is wrong with me? I didn't even give it a single thought, I just hoped on my stupid bike and peddled here like an idiot, not knowing what I am walking into. 

     "Why?" He presses on, an impatient and persistent look narrowing at me. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

     He pulls back away from my face and walks over to the bench against the brick wall to sit down. After a minute, I start to pull away, realizing this could have been a huge mistake. I pull my bike about a foot back down the alleyway to the street when he says something again.

     "You aren't afraid of anything. Not even me, a man you don't know." He says form behind me. 

     I don't reply, wondering what I should do. 

    "You aren't afraid of anything, which is stupid because there is a lot out there that could do damage to even the smartest of us. But...brave, fearless or maybe, just desperate." He says again, not moving.

     Why is he talking to me about these things? How does he know any of this? And why am I still standing here?

     I turn around and walk over to him, letting my bike hit the ground behind me. I stop right in front of his face, leaning down so that my breath was against his cheek. 

     I looked him right in the eyes. "So help me if you ever imply that you actually know me again, I will walk right over to the police station myself, accusing you of sexual harassment. Do you understand?" I say firmly. 

He looks right back at me and smiles a little. 

"Yes maam." He replies. 


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...