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Dating.
She hadn't done that in a while. Ever since he left she hadn't found the confidence to venture out on a date with someone for the first time.
She had grown used to the dates he would spontaneously drag her on - even if it consisted from the odd murder or kidnapping. It added a piece of excitement to the evening, one that she loved and adored. She found herself praying for the excitement.
But that excitement stopped the moment his body hit the ground.
Her own heart stopped beating at that exact moment. Her entire body felt numb and she couldn't breathe. For months, she refused to believe it was true.
Lately, after almost a year of convincing from John and Mary, she realised and admitted to her that he was gone; and he was never coming back. Now, thanks to Mary, she was on a date with someone she had decided to set her up with.
She hasn't been this nervous for years.
The last time she was this nervous was when she was left alone with Sherlock for the first time. He had spotted that she was nervous and explained that he wasn't going to kill her or bite her head of. His joking surprisingly calmed her down, and their relationship took flight from there.
She no longer had his jokes to brush off the nerves, nor did she have his smile that turned her legs to jelly.
She sighed, fixing a strand of her hair.