Audrey Delgado: World traveler, wine connoisseur, and poetry collector; only stopping for those who make a great impression.
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“Unfortunately no, not recently,” he stated glumly, “I haven’t spoken to Lestrade for quite some time, actually. I think he’s still angry with me for that whole ‘calling him names’ thing.”
“Well some people really do mind when you call them names.” She simply shrugged, “And I take it that also means you haven’t had any walk-in clients?”
“People are too sensitive, is all it is. I said something that wasn’t true,” he said, “It’s a bit difficult to have walk-in’s when I don’t have a home.” Sherlock smirked wryly and shrugged.
“I can agree that some people are too sensitive, but we all seem to be in comparison to you, Mister Holmes.” She let out a small laugh before raising her eyebrows, “Don’t have a home? Might I ask what happened to the ever-so-famous 221 Baker Street?”
“People rely too heavily on emotions and sentimentality.” He found confusion in something she said for the second time. “221 Baker Street? The address is not familiar to me, should it be?”
“Sometimes they can be beneficial though. I happen to enjoy most emotions and my sentimentality.” She smiled before she gave him a slightly confused look, “It isn’t familiar to you, at all? Huh.. This may seem like an odd question, but do you happen to know a man by the name of John Watson?”
“Unfortunately no, not recently,” he stated glumly, “I haven’t spoken to Lestrade for quite some time, actually. I think he’s still angry with me for that whole ‘calling him names’ thing.”
“Well some people really do mind when you call them names.” She simply shrugged, “And I take it that also means you haven’t had any walk-in clients?”
“People are too sensitive, is all it is. I said something that wasn’t true,” he said, “It’s a bit difficult to have walk-in’s when I don’t have a home.” Sherlock smirked wryly and shrugged.
“I can agree that some people are too sensitive, but we all seem to be in comparison to you, Mister Holmes.” She let out a small laugh before raising her eyebrows, “Don’t have a home? Might I ask what happened to the ever-so-famous 221 Baker Street?”
“Yes, well it’s not that I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just that it hurts to think about it. I had someone very close to me violently ripped from my life.” Neal looked up at her with a sad smile. “So, Business over seas, huh? That is very interesting.”
The light smile Audrey had fell at his words and sad smile. “I’m so sorry to hear that.” She reached out to lightly comb his hair behind his ear and ran her hand down his neck to his shoulder, patting it sympathetically. “I wasn’t planning on running the vineyard from overseas, really, but I’ve fallen in love with London and have decided to stay for a while.”
Neal leaned into the touch and hummed at the feeling of comfort that the woman’s hand provided. “It is quite alright. It was a tragic accident but it is in the past now.” Neal commented as he began to cook their meal. “London has a way of doing that to people. Making them fall in love with it.”
Audrey gave him a small smile, sympathy still lingering on her face as she watched him maneuver around her kitchen. “It’s a beautiful city, and most of the people here are quite lovable as well.” She softly laughed and hopped down from the counter to open the bottle of wine she pulled and poured two glasses, offering him one.
“Stop it….Please the sympathy. I don’t want it…It happened a year ago, I am okay now.” Neal whispered as he pulled plates and began to plate the meal. Neal looked up as a wine glass was handed to him. He accepted the glass and took a sip. “Delicious this is an amazing wine. What is it? And are we eating here or at the table?” Neal questioned changing the topic away from him and his insecurities.
Audrey kept quiet sensing they were approaching a tounchy subject for Neal, then grinned as he sipped the wine. “It’s a 2010 Pinot Grigio. I quite like this one.” She took a sip from her own glass and shrugged at his question, “Either place works for me, guest’s choice.”
“Not that I know of. There are quite a few people I know who would tell you that more than one of me is a bad thing,” he stated. “I take it you don’t feel that way.”
“Oh no, not to sound like either version of your fans, I am rather fond of all you Holmes.” She replied with a smile. “Have you any interesting cases as of late?”
“Unfortunately no, not recently,” he stated glumly, “I haven’t spoken to Lestrade for quite some time, actually. I think he’s still angry with me for that whole ‘calling him names’ thing.”
“Well some people really do mind when you call them names.” She simply shrugged, “And I take it that also means you haven’t had any walk-in clients?”
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“Hello there. I’m Audrey Delgado.” She smiled, offering her hand out.
James took the women’s hand with a warm smile on his face, “Sorry I’m gonna to sound like a complete idiot, but how do you say you’re last name. I’m James by the way” as he spoke, there was laughter in his voice.
“Del-gah-doe. You can thank my Spanish side of the family for that.” Audrey softly chuckled and nodded, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, James.”
He repeated the words a few times till he sounded, well till he thought he had got it “I was going to say it sounded Spanish or Italian. Have you been to either of those countries?”
She eagerly nodded at his question, always willing to talk about her travels, “I have been to Spain multiple times, but only through Italy in passing. World traveling has become a rather large hobby of mine. And what about you cariño, have you done any sorts of traveling?”
“Spain seems like a beautiful place to go to, I haven’t been to their myself but I’ve around Europe, to Switzerland, Sweden, Germany, France and many other places. Italy was wonderful, have you been to Venice, it was beautiful there” James was looking behind Audrey, as though he could see Venice in the distances.
“Oh, it’s lovely, I certainly recommend going if given the opportunity.” Audrey nodded, making a mental note to visit Spain again, and soon if possible. “You sound like a fairly well-seasoned traveler yourself, James.” She smiled brightly, it wasn’t all too often she came across other who had traveled to many different places. “I haven’t been to Venice, but I would love to at some point.”
“Well it is a little complicated and a bit of a sore spot for me. However, I have always loved London. I might only be here for a few years but I will always come back.” Neal answered as he skillfully started the prep work for their meal. “What about you have you always been in London or did you move here from some where else?”
“If it’s a touchy subject, you don’t have to talk about it. I was simply curious, but I am very glad you like it here.” Audrey nodded, “I grew up traveling around the western States, but typically say I’m from California where I spent most of my life. I’ve traveled the world for the past few years, but have decided to settle here for a while and run my business overseas.” She scooted over on the counter to watch him prepare to cook.
“Yes, well it’s not that I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just that it hurts to think about it. I had someone very close to me violently ripped from my life.” Neal looked up at her with a sad smile. “So, Business over seas, huh? That is very interesting.”
The light smile Audrey had fell at his words and sad smile. “I’m so sorry to hear that.” She reached out to lightly comb his hair behind his ear and ran her hand down his neck to his shoulder, patting it sympathetically. “I wasn’t planning on running the vineyard from overseas, really, but I’ve fallen in love with London and have decided to stay for a while.”
Neal leaned into the touch and hummed at the feeling of comfort that the woman’s hand provided. “It is quite alright. It was a tragic accident but it is in the past now.” Neal commented as he began to cook their meal. “London has a way of doing that to people. Making them fall in love with it.”
Audrey gave him a small smile, sympathy still lingering on her face as she watched him maneuver around her kitchen. “It’s a beautiful city, and most of the people here are quite lovable as well.” She softly laughed and hopped down from the counter to open the bottle of wine she pulled and poured two glasses, offering him one.
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“Mister Holmes, it’s always a pleasure to meet another version of you.” She grinned, offering a hand out, “I’m Audrey Delgado.”
“Likewise, I’m sure,” he responded absently, slightly puzzled by her statement. “You happen to be the only Audrey Delgado I have met, however.”
“I believe there is only one of me,” She dropped her hand, nodding, “But there happen to be quite a few versions of you around here. I take it you haven’t come across any of them?”
“Not that I know of. There are quite a few people I know who would tell you that more than one of me is a bad thing,” he stated. “I take it you don’t feel that way.”
“Oh no, not to sound like either version of your fans, I am rather fond of all you Holmes.” She replied with a smile. “Have you any interesting cases as of late?”
“Mister Holmes, it’s always a pleasure to meet another version of you.” She grinned, offering a hand out, “I’m Audrey Delgado.”
“Likewise, I’m sure,” he responded absently, slightly puzzled by her statement. “You happen to be the only Audrey Delgado I have met, however.”
“I believe there is only one of me,” She dropped her hand, nodding, “But there happen to be quite a few versions of you around here. I take it you haven’t come across any of them?”
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“Mister Holmes, it’s always a pleasure to meet another version of you.” She grinned, offering a hand out, “I’m Audrey Delgado.”
