They were decidedly unamused by the boasting of this strange, almost ethereal man. How could a person deduce somebody's history just by looking at them? It couldn't be done. Obviously. This in mind, a short girl with brown hair snorted and pushed her friend forward, "Alright, what can you tell about her?" John shifted his weight onto his good leg, anticipating the rant that was about to come. "You?" Sherlock trained his hawk eyes onto the petite blonde girl who had been unceremoniously thrust towards him.
"You are young. A student. Your choice in fashion, along with your haggard demeanor, and the fact that you've attempted to cover up your dark circles with far too much concealer tells me this much. I observe that you are surrounded by friends and gifts when do normal humans engage in this kind of behavior? Birthdays, weddings, baby showers. Baby shower impossible, you are not with child. Wedding? Unlikely, you are youngif you were to marry at this age the probability of it