Molly was on cloud nine when she got home. Sherlock liked her. It was her dream coming true. Molly Hooper had snagged the Sherlock Holmes.
She changed into her pajamas and flopped onto the couch. Toby jumped up onto her lap.
"Hey, Toby. You will never believe what happened to me today." She said.
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Sherlock was pacing crazily around the flat. John just shook his head at the detective.
"John, I don't know what I'm doing." He said.
"You're going to have to be a little more specific." John replied.
"How can I be more specific? I just told you that I don't know what I'm doing." Sherlock said.
"You don't know what you are doing about what exactly? A case, about Anderson, that kind of specific." John elaborated.
"About Molly. I don't know how to do relationships." Sherlock said.
"Let me give you some advice." John said.
"John, you have been in and out of relationships. Do you really think you are the person to give relationship advice?"
"Who else do you have?" John asked.
"Fair enough. Speak but don't be boring." Sherlock complied.
"Okay, you want to make Molly feel special. Compliment her on how she looks. Don't go overboard with the deductions. There are some things you should keep quiet about." John explained.
"Don't be rude. Got it." Sherlock said.
"Take her out on a date. Make it special for her. Be romantic."
"John?"
"Yes, Sherlock?"
"I don't know how to be romantic."
"Did you delete that from your mind palace too?"
"Yes."
"Flowers and candles are romantic. Dinner is romantic. You get the gist." John said.
Sherlock pulled out his phone and sent a text to Molly.
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Molly's phone chimed and she picked it up.
Baker St. Tomorrow at 7. Dress nice.-SH