John and Sarah sat opposite one another, and much like he said, Sherlock stuck by John's side. Sherlock was kneeling beside the table as the two continued talking.

"I'm so glad you said yes.." Sarah grinned before having a spoonful of food, "It's been a while since I've dated."

"Really, John?." Sherlock sighed as he stood, "It's all small talk. She is so boring. Of all people, why her?".

Trying his best to ignore Sherlock, John had a sip of his wine. "It's been quite a while for me too." he admitted, "There hasn't been much time for anyone special, being in Afghanistan and such."

"I suppose not." She shrugged, "So tell me, how is it you know Sherlock? From what I've heard, he's not an easy person to get along with."

"I, er…" John glanced up at Sherlock, pressing his lips into a thin line before looking back to Sarah, "To tell the truth, I barely know him. He's an interesting person and it's never dull. He's just… different."

"Sounds like you like him a lot."

John smiled awkwardly, his cheeks warming. "I suppose, yes, you could say I like him. His talents are certainly to be admired."

Sherlock bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back a smile, but couldn't help but notice Sarah's conversation. "Is she only going to talk about me?" He commented, "Small talk, then me. Is there nothing else to talk about?"

John stood from his seat, "Excuse me, I won't be a moment."

"Hurry back." she winked.

John headed for the toilets with Sherlock following closely behind. When he got in there, he quickly checked under the stall doors to see if anyone was there.

He let out a heavy sigh, "What is wrong with you?" He asked, "Are you trying to ruin my date?"

"I can hardly call this a date. You certainly don't seem interested in her."

John rolled his eyes, "Well, maybe if you weren't so distracting…" he paused for a moment, "Wait, no, hang on. Who I date shouldn't matter to you. I happen to think Sarah is wonderful."

"Wrong."

"Don't say that" he ordered then turned around, leaning against the sink with a heavy sigh. "Why me? I mean seriously, of all people, you had to choose me."

"I am trying to ruin your date." Sherlock admitted, "I apologize for that."

John turned around, his eyes narrowed on Sherlock, "Why?"

"If anything I should be asking you why?" Sherlock crossed his arms, "I am standing before you, the only man who can actually see me, and you would rather be on a date than figure out why this has actually happened?"

John tilted his head with a sigh, his voice calmer than it was now, "Of course I want to know, Sherlock, but that's no excuse for your behavior." He paused for a brief moment with a faint smile, "Even if I am the only one who can see you."

"I suppose not."

"I will finish my date with Sarah." he continued, "Then later we can discuss how and why this is happening. Okay?"

Sherlock let out an exasperated sigh, "Alright."

"Promise you won't intervene again?"

"Yes. fine." he pouted, "For you John, I promise"