Sherlock was taken aback for a moment when he saw someone cutting in line. He shrugged, not planning to get angry.
Unexpectedly, the person who cut in line turned around and looked at him, a pair of amber eyes scrutinized him for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sherlock, right?"
Sherlock stiffened slightly, retreating half a step without showing it. He was a bit cautious, as he knew that almost no one at this banquet should know him.
"You are..." Sherlock cautiously asked aloud.
"You don't need to know who I am. Just know that I know who you are, that's enough," the other person said softly.
Sherlock's eyes flickered upon hearing this, and he said, "Your words are a bit convoluted. My name is indeed Sherlock, but I really don't know you. Perhaps you've got the wrong person."
"I'm not mistaken. I not only know your name is Sherlock, but I also know your full name is Sherlock Melrose, from the Southern Free Federation," the other person said softly.
