"Are you two like...gay?" she said with disgust. "Ugh...no wonder you wanted to do me up the arse." And with that she slapped Sherlock right across the face and pushed past him to the staircase.
"Don't bother calling!" she shouted as she ran down the steps.
"I don't even know your name!" Sherlock replied and headed to the doorway, removing his phone from his pocket and flicking through. "Which one are you?"
But the girl had already gone, slamming the door of 221B behind her. Sherlock turned back to John who was looking rather furious and red in the face. He shrugged, not quite knowing what to say.