It's another glumy day in London, you're sitting on a sofa in 221B Baker Street mindlessly skeeming through a magazine while your friend Sherlock is pacing back and forth in front of you…

John had just proposed to Mary and Sherlock was a bit confused about it as he didn’t really understand humans… he didn’t understand why John was still so salty about his faked death or why Mary convinced john to still invite Sherlock.

You had told Sherlock he had to go, so here we are back when we started, Sherlock pacing back and forth in front of you… trying to find this ‘date’ to bring with him… as Mary said at least. He turned to you

“Why do I need this ‘date’ anyways. Romance is not for me… Weddings are so stupid.”