She let all of thirty seconds pass before she left Tom on the dance floor with Mrs. Hudson and followed Sherlock into the warm spring night.
She searched for him for at most three minutes before she found him sitting on a bench smoking, today was obviously as difficult for him as she feared it would be.
Sherlock's eyes were closed but he opened them when her steps became a little too close to just be a passing pedestrian. His eyes focused on her and he looked down to the other side of the bench to signal her to sit beside him.
Crossing in front of him, Molly sat on the bench gingerly and decided to let him finish the fag before she spoke. He took his sweet time with it too, it was almost two minutes before he flicked the butt out into the street.
What really surprised her though was the fact that he was the one that broke the comfortable silence. "I know Molly, I'm sad and you saw it. You really must stop watching me Molly, what will Tom think?" as he muttered this he took a packet of nearly full fags from his coat pocket and handed it to her.
"Keep these for me won't you, I'm only allowing myself two tonight." He paused for a moment so she could respond, which was quite polite actually.
She replied, "Oh of course, yes, sure." and placed the packet in her hand bag. "Tom has been a pill all day I'll have you know. I'm much better off with you I think. I left him on the dance floor with Mrs. Hudson, doesn't even know I've left I'll bet. I don't know that I care actually." she added.
"If that is how you feel, then what are you going to do about Tom? And that bow, really Molly, I thought you had better sense than that." he joked while turning to face her and to point at the bright yellow hair bow that was currently drooping at the top of her head.
Molly shifted uncomfortably for a moment and lifted her head up to look at the night sky. It was silent for a few minutes before she began, "I suppose I'll just have to break it off with Tom, at this point all he has going for him besides the sex of course is the fact that he is not a sociopath. I've been ruined for normal men, but of course you already know that," she noted irritatedly. "You know you really shouldn't worry about John and Mary. The three of you work so well together, I really don't think much will change. You should go back to the party, there'll be no more speeches of course, but you should dance at least a little bit more. We both know you want to." She smirked as she said it and turned to face a shocked Sherlock Holmes, not a sight she saw every day but worth it when it did happen.
"Now Molly Hooper how would you know that?" he asked truly interested in the answer.
"Your brother said something to the effect, a couple weeks back. I was concerned about how you'd handle today, so I called him. He said get you dancing and nothing would make you stop. Now up." She smiled at him and rose from the bench taking Sherlock's hand and pulling him along with her. "You haven't even danced with the groom yet!"
"I haven't danced with you either." He added.