Molly flattened the creases in her powder pink dress once more. She was so nervous, it was her first date sense she broke up with Jim, and she was slightly curious about dating. Molly had decided she's open herself up to not only men, but to women too. And she got a date. Molly folded her hands together as Angelo set out candles on her table, illuminating a small place in the middle of the nearly empty restaurant. The bell on the door rang signaling that someone had come in. A woman, tall and thin brushed her wavy hair gently out of her eyes as she searched the Angelo's. She was wearing a short sparkly black dress with high heels. The woman spotted Molly and made her way over carefully.

"Ah, you must be Molly Hooper. I'm Irene, Irene Adler." She held out her hand, her fingernails painted red. Molly carefully took Irene's hand and shook it carefully. The dark haired woman sat across from the ginger and folded her hands, placing her chin atop of them. "So tell me about yourself."

"I'm not very interesting; I just work down at the morgue." Molly replied softly, pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Why she hadn't put it up in a ponytail was unknown to her. Molly chewed on her bottom lip as she felt Irene's eyes on her body. "So, um, dinner… What would you like?"

"I'm not very hungry, and please do not try and change the subject." Irene tutted, handing the menu to the nervous male waiter. The woman winked at him and he visibly swooned "And I would like some red wine, darling. You, my dear?" she turned to Molly, a perfect eyebrow rose.

"White for me, please." She squeaked out. Molly was so embarrassed, she blushed deeply. The boy nodded and skipped away to leave the pair on their own.

"Are you alright? You're very flushed."

"Fine, great." A minute later the waiter returned with the white and red wine. Irene raised her glass for a toast.

"To new relationships!" She said cheerfully.

"To new relationships…" Molly agreed, clinking their glasses together.