Mistaken Identities
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
The question was innocent enough- she looked very familiar. The most frustrating part about her was he couldn't figure out why she looked familiar. For some reason, she reminded him of John..but didn't know why..maybe she was a client of his and Sherlock's..but Sherlock didn't seem to fit with her.
Greg frowned when confusion clouded over her face- no, they probably didn't know each other.
"Right..sorry, you..just looked..looked like I knew you from somewhere." Greg made a note to himself to never go to this coffee shop again- in fear of running into her again, repeating this awkward situation, and that was a pitty too, it was just down the street from the Yard.
"I should probably stop bothering you now," he said, still searching her face, trying to find something that could trigger a memory of her, but nothing. Probably one of Laura's distant cousins or something obscure like that, if anything.
