Elizabeth had a bad feeling. She couldn't place it but there was something niggling in the back of her mind and she couldn't tell whether it was because of that awful dream she'd had last night or something about this 'date'. She fidgeted with her shrug again. Why had Sam done this? I thought it was perfectly clear that Sherlock wasn't interested in anyway given our interaction at the gala. Despite how much he intrigued me, I knew he would never see me like that, Elizabeth thought to herself. And besides, I'm not so desperate after Simon to go chasing after someone incessantly. She checked her watch again and looked out of the restaurant's front door. Come on Sam, where are you? Let's get this over with