Black cab stopped opposite a small restaurant. Music and hum of guests came from within. Everything announced the celebration, which was in full swing.

You turned to Sherlock and began to correct his tie with your small, gentle hands. He didn't like ties and never wore it.

But today was a little bit more special occasion.

"Why Gram invited us at all," Sherlock muttered, more look like a child now, and not like an adult man "I'm not celebrating birthdays at all."