She stood there at the dingy bar serving drinks. "The usual" she said with a smirk as she poured a lager for a man named Rob. He just flashed her a toothy grin while exchanging the drink for a note and turned back to the conversation he was having with the man next to him.

She returned to the sink and began to wash the dirty glasses. Someone called her attention but in spinning around she stopped abruptly. She was staring at the man across the pub, the man with dark brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. Her gaze fixed on the Irish skin of James Moriarty. She stared at him for what felt like forever, but in reality was only a matter of seconds. It wasn't enough time; there would never be enough time. She saw the fancy suit he was in but paid no real attention to anything but his eyes. She could tell if he was real, he blinked and right then the world came back to her and she was aware of the man whom was repeatedly calling her name, she gave a nervous unbelieving smirk to James and continued to turn to the man who was demanding another drink.

She poured the drink quickly and automatically turned back to the place he had been standing. It was empty, he was no longer there, and not that she ever thought he would be. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes once more before reacquainting herself with the reality of the world. She fiddled with the colourful braided bracelet on her hand and turned back to face the pub full of people.

She turned her attention to a blond man sitting at the bar front "Hello there stranger, what can we get you tonight" she asked in her London drowned Irish accent.