John couldn't help but smile, as the woman across the restaurant smiled at him. What were the chances? What were the odds that he and the woman that he had met earlier that day, would find themselves in the same restaurant, at the same time.

She looked beautiful........well, not that she hadn't looked beautiful when he had met her in Greg's office; but now, now it was just that she looked more so. Back at the Yard, she had been dressed for work. She had been all business, her makeup natural, and her hair up in a neat bun, both of which complimented the crisp white shirt and well-tailored black pants that she had been wearing. But now, out of that work setting, she appeared so different. Her hair now fell over her shoulders in soft, bouncy waves. Her makeup a little more striking, much better for a night out on the town. And the formal clothing, had been replaced by a light, well fitting dress. The injury on her neck covered by a collar like necklace.

The doctor couldn't help but let his eyes quickly wander to the man that sat across from her. He seemed to be talking........just talking; completely ignoring the beautiful woman at the same table. And since Sherlock had made him well aware that (Y/n) was single, he had to presume, that he must be her date for the evening. John deciding that whoever he was, he certainly didn't suit her. He just looked..........well, all wrong for her in his opinion. His clothing slightly strange, slightly unkempt for such a setting. John sure that if Sherlock were there, he would take great delight in telling him exactly why he was all wrong for the INTERPOL agent. In fact, he would probably just walk over to where (Y/n) and her date sat and tell the guy to his face why he was all wrong for the agent. Which could possibly end up with John having to go and rescue the consulting detective, before he got punched. Which was really something that he couldn't blame most people for wanting to do.

Giving his date a look, to make sure that she was still talking about herself and was continuing to ignore his presence, John turned his attention back to (Y/n). The doctor finding himself giving her the same wave that he had given her in the office. Watching as the agent briefly looked at the man, before fully turning her attention back to him and returning the gesture.

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(Y/n) couldn't help but smile, as the man across the restaurant smiled at her. What were the chances? What were the odds that she and the doctor that she had met earlier that day, would find themselves in the same restaurant, at the same time.

She had to say that he looked........well, cute; not that he hadn't looked cute, handsome when she had met him in Greg's office. But now, now it was just that he looked more so. Back at the Yard, he had been dressed as you might expect him to be, jeans, a shirt underneath a woollen sweater and a light jacket. The agent getting the feeling that he had been dragged there and wasn't too happy about it. That he had just thrown something on, without much thought. But now, in this setting, he appeared so different. Her looked as though he had taken his time. His jeans replaced with smart pants. His torso covered by a dark blue shirt and a decent looking silk tie, which in her opinion he would be better off removing for a night out on the town. And the light stubble that had kissed his chin and cheeks that very morning, was long gone.

The agent couldn't help but let her eyes quickly wander to the woman that sat across from the doctor. She seemed to be talking........just talking, like Michael was; completely ignoring the goofily smiling man at the same table.

She had to say that she would never have imagined a man like the doctor had seemed to her to be when they had met, would be with a woman like the one sat at the table with him. (Y/n) deciding that whoever she was, she certainly didn't suit him. She just looked.......... well, all wrong for him in her opinion. Her clothing slightly, not meaning to be rude, but a little much; or should that be, not enough for such a setting. The agent trying to calculate how much of the woman was real and how much fake. (Y/n) able to tell, even from this distance, that at least her hair, nose and breast were not original. The lady appearing a little too high maintenance for the down to earth doctor that Greg had told her about. The agent trying not to laugh as she wondered what his friend Sherlock would have to say about the woman. (Y/n) having a feeling that if it was anything like what he had said to her at the Yard, then the consulting detective might just find himself getting slapped. Not that she could blame her if she did, (Y/n) well aware of how close she had been herself to smacking him in the nose for his "deductions" about her.

Looking across the table to make sure that Michael was still too busy talking about himself, and was continuing to ignore his presence, (Y/n) turned her attention back to the doctor. (Y/n) chuckling to herself as he gave her the same wave that he had given her in the office. (Y/n) giving her date one last look, before fully turning her attention back to John and returning the gesture. (Y/n) taking a chance and gesturing for the doctor to follow her to the back of the restaurant. Her heart beating a little faster as he cheerfully nodded in agreement. The agent getting to her feet and advising Michael that she was off to powder her nose. John waiting for a few seconds before excusing himself and following after her.