Molly hooper was excited. After months of talking to this bloke online she was finally meeting him in a coffee shop in central London. All of her friends had recommended an online dating site to get over Sherlock, and that's exactly what she did. Her and "mysterylover" had scheduled a date after a month of talking.
She was getting more and more flustered trying to prepare herself for their meeting.
Sherlock still wasn't sure why John was making him do this. He didn't seem to understand that the could go really well or really bad. He was forced to promise that he wouldn't make any deduction about her either. He personally didn't want to take the risk, but he'd do anything john asked of him so he got ready. He pulled on his hat with a grumble and headed out to meet the girl he had been conversing with for so long.
She got to the coffeeshop nice and early and sat down with a cup of tea. Any minute now he'd be walking through those doors...
Sherlock kept his eyes on the ground as he walked in

'Oh my goodness!' Molly thought. 'Sherlock Holmes just walked in!' She was even more flustered now, torn between being rooted to the spot petrified, and wanted to run up and ask him for an autograph. That's just what she needed. To embarrass herself on a date in front of him..
Sherlock looked around, immediately figuring out who he was there to meet. Half the people in the room were obviously in relationships, some were single but not there for him. He walked over to Molly.
She in took a deepth breath. "Why are you here?"
"I'm your date."
"No, you-you can't be mysterylover..." But the words dawned on her as she said it.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow "But I am. May I sit down now?"
Sherlock took his jacket off, draping it over the seat. He sat down "So Molly was it?"
"Yes!" She said, in disbelief that he was actually in front of her - saying her name. "Molly hooper."
Sherlock thought back to the tips that John had given him before he left. He silently held his hand out to her for her to shake.
She smiled sitting back down, after she shook his hand. "I never you'd-I mean, I didn't think you were the type-" she blushed.
"My friend thinks it's unhealthy to be alone"
"As does mine."
Sherlock nodded "Well we might as well make the most of it"
She grinned. She couldn't have imagined a better scenario.