Another update today. I will update every two/three days.
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"We'd like to order." She said sweetly. John rolled his eyes at the way the waiter was smiling at her. Sherlock cleared his throat, briefly looking at John before staring back at her.

"I'd love to take your order. But I refuse to order anything from that man here." He said, cocking his face into John's direction. Chelsea her eyes widened, just like Johns. The waiter sent John a teasing smirk. She looked at the two with confusion.

"What's he talking about?" She whispered, even though Sherlock was standing at her side. John hadn't the chance to speak because Sherlock already started speaking.

"The truth is Miss. This man here bumped into me and began screaming offensive words. Even though I didn't do anything wrong. He didn't even offer to help me. He was completely rude towards me. My shirt was covered with food and the plates broke. He just laughed at me. So I am sorry but I refuse to order from an arrogant small man." Sherlock said quite calm. John's eyes and mouth were wide open. Did he hear this correct? He couldn't believe this. He somehow found this quite amusing how this man in front of him made this all up.
John then frowned as he looked at Chelsea, she was staring at him with shock, obviously she wasn't searching for a man like that. He sighed, leaning forwards, closer to her face.

"Don't listen to him. He's lying." John said softly.

"Lying?" Sherlock asked, acting like he was offended.

"Yes, lying!" John raised his voice. "I apologized, it was an accident! I offered to help you." He said with anger. "You just called me an idiot." He groaned, trying to kill this man with his eyes, which sadly didn't work. Sherlock snorted, his eyes leaving John's red face and landed on Chelsea whom was frowning deeply.

"This man here comes here a lot. With other women. Sometimes I see him three times in a row. Don't believe this man. You deserve someone better." Sherlock said and swivelled around, winking at John with a grin and walked away. "Good evening." He said. John turned pale. There's no way he could explain the last part. But he could try.

"Chelsea look..."

"No John I get it." She said flatly, grabbing her bag. "You're just like the others." She added and stood up, taking her jacket in her hands and left without a last glance. John didn't even try to stop her. He sighed, taking a sip from her wine that she ordered before. He decided to finish the bottle wine, not wanting to waste his money before returning to his apartment. A moment later when John finished the wine, he was ready to leave when suddenly a voice disturbed him.

"You want to order?" Sherlock asked with a amused expression.

"Leave me alone." John muttered.

"Just doing my work sir." Sherlock replied calmly. John laughed with disbelief at this man. He grabbed his wallet and slammed some cash on the table and stood up, pushing the waiter out of his way with his shoulder and left.

Another date failed.

John entered his apartment, made a sandwich with jam and flopped himself down in his sofa and began watching a movie.

The next day nothing special happened. He went to work, avoided Chelsea and went back home and ate a sandwich once again as he sat curled in the sofa watching television.

Thursday was the same. Friday was the same, except John scored another date. Her name was Emma. She had long blonde hair with a tip-tilted nose. She looked pretty. They met in the elevator from a hospital where John didn't work. John had to bring some documents from an old patient of him that died that day. He couldn't find Mr Redstone and asked the woman in the elevator if she maybe knew where he was. She smiled and was willed to bring him to Mr Redstone. John knew she was flirting with him, and it gave him hope somehow. And he didn't hesitate to ask her out. Emma didn't hesitate to reply.
After that, John continued his daily habits. Watching television.

The next day John groaned, his neck and back were sore from falling asleep in a sitting position. He rubbed the back of his neck, squeezing his eyes shut from the pain and sighed as he stood up. He turned on the kettle and grabbed a mug from the cabinet. He stood there, waiting on the kettle to make a ping noise. When it was done boiling, he poured the water in the mug and settled himself back down, opening the lid of his laptop so he could read the news online. He didn't want to waste money on buying the newspaper.

In the midday John did groceries and watched television again until it was the right time to make himself ready. He got dressed into a light grey suit with a black shirt and black tie. He decided to leave his apartment earlier than usual for in case that cabs would avoid him like what happened with his previous date.

He found a cab quite fast and was ten minutes earlier. He sat himself down, feeling comfortable. He somehow felt like this was going to work out. (That were his thoughts last time as well...)

He wasn't paying attention to anything in particular, he just sat there, looking around. He was greeted by a couple waiters, joking around about him being there again. John just laughed with a shrug.
Minutes later it was the time when Emma should arrive. He licked his lips, ready for tonight.

Suddenly John's trousers pocket vibrated. He frowned, tugging the phone out of it and opened the text. He wondered who it was. It was not like he was very popular these days. It was a text from Emma saying that she was going to be late. John replied, telling her that it's okay. He knew how it felt to be late, so why would he care.

While waiting John ordered a bottle of champagne so he could keep himself busy. He trailed a finger over the rim of the glass before taking a big gulp.

Twenty minutes later, she still didn't show up. John didn't know she was going to be this late. He sighed, feeling his tummy growl. He felt the urge to order a snack, but that would be inappropriate. And he didn't want to mess this up again.

John's head snapped up as he saw Sherlock passing the table. Sherlock didn't look down at him but he passed fairly close. His hip almost brushed against John's arm. The doctor frowned, looking over his shoulder at the man's back. The waiter walked towards the bar, telling something to the barman as he leaned his elbows over the counter. John frowned, turned his attention away from him and looked back at his empty glass champagne. He poured himself another glass.

She was forty minutes late now. And John was getting annoyed. He lifted his arm as a waitress passed him. He ordered a snack because he was starving. He didn't have the chance to eat this midday, because Chelsea was inside the lunch room. He wasn't in the mood to confront her. So he skipped his meal. As a doctor he knew it was a wrong thing to do. But he didn't care at the moment.

Five minutes later his snack was placed in front of him. The waitress left him with a charming smile. He smiled back at her and began eating the snack in a peaceful silence. He felt pity for himself, sitting there all alone.

While eating John looked around, glancing at other customers. His eyes were fixed on a family. A mother, father with two children. They looked so happy together. There was a toddler putting fries in his nose until the mother saw it and laughed together with her husband, removing the fries out of her child's nose. John was smiling, wishing he could be happy like that someday. His eyes then flickered to a young couple. Probably their first date, John thought. John then looked at a duo. It were two males in costume. He wondered if they were friends, colleagues or maybe dating.

John was bored, so he kept staring at the two males, trying to deduce what bound the two had. He one time heard from a colleague that there was a guy living in London that could know someone's life story by just looking at the person. John thought it was amazing but also, he didn't quite believe it. John narrowed his eyes, focusing his attention on the two.

"Boyfriends. And in fact, they will be engaged tonight." A baritone voice said, breaking John's concentration. John frowned, recognizing the voice and looked up.

"Excuse me?" He said, looking coldly at Sherlock.

"You were trying to find out what the relationship is between the two." Sherlock pointed out.

"Yes I was." John clarified. His tone was unfriendly, not kind like it always was. Sherlock grinned, glad that he was right about this. When the waiter kept standing there, John cleared his throat and spoke up. He wasn't interested in a conversation with this man, he really wasn't. But he was curious about how he knew that John was trying to find the relationship between the two. So he simply asked him it. "How did you know?" He muttered.

"It's pretty obvious." Sherlock shrugged. "The way you look at them says enough." He added, crossing his arms over his chest. John pursed his lips together.

"And how di-" John hadn't the chance to finish his sentence because Sherlock spoke up again.

"The way they look at each other is pure adoration. The man in the black suit, is nervous. Look." He paused, pointing to them. "The man is wiping his hands over his own thighs the whole time. Means that he is sweating, so he is stressed for something. Both are wearing fancy suits. It could be a professional meeting with co-workers. But no. The other man works in a chicken bar. Look at his phone, advertisement about the bar. Also there is a hump onto his left chest pocket. It's shaped like a square. Ring box. And his face says enough." Sherlock said this with not taking a break to breath. John was pretty amazed by this. He cleared his throat.

"Well. I'd say that this was amazing. But I don't think you deserve a compliment." John said muttering. Sherlock's lips were curved into a tiny smile but it immediately got replaced by a straight line as he found out that he was smiling.

"It was obvious."

"Not to me." John replied quickly, still amazed by this annoying prat. Sherlock nodded and began walking away, but stopped as soon as he remembered something. He grinned turning his head.

"Your date dumped you." He said and walked away.