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[ It's a fine day, until the sun sets. And then the rain.

Buckets of it, rolling clouds that make a foreign city feel that much less so. She hears it drum down between the blips on heart monitors, the clacking of a keyboard, the rhythmic turn of gurney wheels against shiny, frictionless floors. No part of her new life carries the bustle of her old one. There's no House to impress, no diagnostic mystery to solve. Just medicine. Just the work.

Just Janet and the cats, the sudden rain, and trying to finish by 7pm. Normal, pedestrian problems. Normal is her new watchword.

It's 7:05 when the elevator pings open. First floor. Her hair's still lightly damp when she shrugs on her coat. The resulting smile is genuine when she looks up, the recognition flooding the planes her face. ]

Knight in shining armor, right? [ Remy points, eyes narrowed in mock playfulness. Her steps out of the elevator and towards John are short and even. ] I thought I ordered an 8pm delivery.

[ American. Her cadence sticks out like a sore thumb. ]

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[ It's been a normal day. Well, you know, by his standards. Lestrade came by with a case that Sherlock wouldn't take, supposedly because it wasn't a serial affair or the blood spatter was impudently boring or whatever other weird reason Sherlock ever has of doing or not doing something. The man had descended into a right mood after that and John had left him to it, his violin and his at the best of times semi-unethical experiments. All in all, very normal day, nothing out of the ordinary.

Except his date, of course. He had liked Remy when she first showed up on the app he hadn't intended to use and yet, here he is. When he leaves 221B, he does so without a word. First off, the other man won't even notice he's gone, when does he ever. Secondly, he would very much like to avoid a repeat of Sarah, please. Kidnappings and death threats or whatever else has just... become a normal day in the life of John Watson. Yeah, they'll skip that.

He's standing at the entrance to Bart's, people accustomed enough to his presence by now that more than a few of them greet him on their way out. When she leaves the elevator, a moment of eye contact follows in which he gives her a look that says more like drowned rat while he shifts his umbrella into his other hand, holding out his left. ]

And I thought I ordered local. [ The smile tugging at the corner of his mouth softens the comment a bit. ] Hello, Remy.

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Hey, John.

[ And there's something she likes, immediately, about the way his mouth curves. Remy is just Doctor Remy Hadley here. No mysterious moniker, no nickname in a number, no social currency to be earned by picking people apart. Her right slips into his left, warm and brief. It's a short shake.

Tonight is just a date with a guy. She values the straight-forward simplicity of it more than she thought she would. ]

I don't know if you know this, [ she starts. ] but people like you here. You'd be amazed at what they say about you.

[ She'd asked around. Janet had been helpful, for about two seconds of it. A glint of something mischievous settles into Remy's eyes. ]

You know, in case you were wondering.

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[ They shake, briefly, then John steps back, nodding towards the entrance and heading out for the heavy rain that never seems to truly cease in London. It if isn't the weather, it's the company. You're perpetually exposing yourself to the elements in this city, that is why he loves it. Has returned to it every time. Just at a first glance, looking at Remy over his shoulder to make sure she follows along while he fights the umbrella back open, he's ready to bet she's an elemental force as much as anyone he's met. He likes it. She'll fit in nicely here. In London. At Barts. American or not.

Once outside, he holds the umbrella up, invites her to step in next to him and listening to her tale about what they say about him here. Very interesting. He wonders more about what the hell they might not think about Sherlock, but it's always lovely to learn you're in high regard.

He laughs slightly, giving her a sideways look that says, charmer. ]

Please lie to me and say I've become the talk of this place due to my medical skills.

[ And not due to his partner's honestly atrocious behaviour. Or the blog John writes recounting that atrocious behaviour for all to read. ]