((A/N: I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry about not updating in months and months. University got very busy, my internet provider decided to block this site, and then the usb with all of this story on got stolen, so then I had to rewrite chapters from scratch. In future, I will always back things up more than once. Lesson learned! It has allowed me to improve chapters I weren't happy with, though. I only want to give you my best.

Anyway, here is an update. This chapter doesn't seem like an important one, but everything that happens in this story is important. Just wait and see!

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After a tediously slow shift at the cafe with Mrs Hudson, Amy went on a shopping spree with Molly. Before that, she'd checked in on Sherlock and scowled profoundly when she caught him smoking. She had snatched the nasty thing from between his fingers and stubbed out, to which he told her she was being childish.

"You want to see childish?" she said angrily. She didn't hesitate to put the remaining Marlboro Lights in the blender, eyes fixed on him sternly as they were completely shredded by the menacing blades. Satisfaction consumed her when she saw the dismay on his face, she almost laughed.

"I can easily get some more," he retorted, slumping back into his chair with annoyance oozing from every pore.

"You dare..." she muttered.

How could a man be so difficult? In a single day he had managed to create a bombsite of the flat, leaving all manner of weird things she didn't want to think about around the kitchen table. Not to mention is constant pacing, tearing up of newspapers and rude comments. She got that he was bored and stressed but really? Just sit the fuck down and recover, man! His level of persistance was extremely irritating and with a few days left until the wedding she wasn't sure she'd make it there with all of her hair intact. And, God, did she love her hair.

Poor Molly. She'd spent the whole afternoon ranting to the pathologist about Sherlock. Obviously, she'd heard it all before. "This is why I'd prefer a baby over Sherlock any day."

"I tried that," Amy stated, "and even that didn't work out well."

A sky blue summer dress managed to divert her attention and she fell so much in love with it she bought it there and then. It would be the perfect outfit for John and Mary's wedding.

"You're going to look lovely in that," Molly commented when they sat in a cafe with an array of cake in front of them. "And the best thing is you can always wear it again."

Amy smiled through a mouthful of New York cheesecake. She wanted to tell Molly that she really liked the yellow ensemble she'd purchased for the big day, but she couldn't quite get the words out through the crumbs. It was at that point she realised that she probably wasn't at her most attractive when she was stuffing her face. Really, though, who cared? Spending four hours in a cafe surrounded by confectionery did that to a girl. She was absolutely famished.

"Are you going to Mary's hen night tomorrow?"

Amy wiped her mouth. "She did ask me, and I did think about it, but I am kinda tempted to stay at home. I heard John mention something about a pub crawl with Sherlock. I want to be there when they come staggering back home pissed out of their brains. Imagine the photos!"

"I suppose that is a once in a life time opportunity." The girl giggled, sifting through her purse. "Do you want another coffee?"

Molly found her money and proceeded to stand. As she did, she went hurtling into a man who she hadn't seen walk past. The files he had been carrying scattered the floor and the contents of his paper cup soaked his smart pin-striped shirt. "Oh, my- I am so-" Molly looked so flushed Amy feared she would pass out. "Let me just-" The napkins she rubbed up and down his shirt did not help.

"Please," the man began, shaking his hands, telling her to stop. "Don't worry about it."

"But I've ruined your suit. Look at you, on your way to work and I've ruined your suit." Her face connected with her hands in embarrassment.

"Actually, I've just left work. But I appreciate that you care." He gave her an inviting smile and Amy saw how Molly's shoulder relaxed.

Amy moved from her chair and began clearing up the files, very much aware that people were staring. "Here." She handed him back his possessions and plastered on her best grin. "Can we get you another coffee?"

The man said nothing for a few beats. Amy noticed how he eyed her up and down, exploring every detail of her face before he swallowed and graciously shook his head. "No. Thank you. I really need to get going."

"Are you sure? I feel really bad." Molly touched his arm without really knowing she was doing it. An act of reassurance that came naturally to good people.

"Don't worry about." His gaze flickered between the two of them who were shifting awkwardly in their spots. Then he leaned in and lowered his voice. "Between you and me, the coffee here is shit anyway, so you did me a favor."

Amy's brows furrowed. "If the coffee's shit then why buy it from here in the first place?"

"Well," and a smirk formed on his lips, "I always hope that a beautiful woman will bump into me and ruin my clothes, and that another beautiful woman will come to my aid. I guess today was the day."

Amy pouted, folding her arms, rather impressed at his forwardness. However she said nothing and allowed him to slip by with another smile and leave the shop.

The two girls gave each other a look as they sat back down, then entered a fit a laughter which was terribly hard to control. "That was sooo smooth," Amy practically sang, stabbing the rest of her cake with a fork.

"Do you think he did that deliberately?" questioned Molly.

"Probably."

"To be honest, I think that's a bit creepy."