Hey there! Just a random Sherlock fanfiction. Enjoy, mon amour ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lily Chaplain had heard of Mr Sherlock Holmes of 221 B Baker Street; how he could take one look at someone and tell what their favorite color, job, and hobbies were. How he solved cases for the police many times faster than their best agent could, how he was always with the blogger John Watson, and how he committed suicide out of the blue, jumping off a building. Maybe she admired him for his daring and careless personality, maybe for his stunning good looks, or maybe it was because he made her feel normal. You see, she too could read people like he did; it was as easy as reading words off a page of a book, and it came completely natural to her. She knew how to hold her tongue perhaps a little better than he, though she did not hesitate to speak her mind.