John Watson stormed into 221b Baker Street carrying grocery bags. Sherlock Holmes didn't even look up from his microscope.
"You know you could buy the groceries for once!" John complains as he begins putting food away. He doesn't even cringe as he sees the severed head in the freezer.
"Why would I buy groceries? It's such a boring task, besides who needs food…" Sherlock replies as he continues to examine whatever he's looking at with his microscope.
John rolls his eyes. "You and I both need food! When's the last time you've eaten?"
Sherlock turns his bright blue green eyes to John. "Why do you care so much John…?" Sherlock trails off thinking.
John's face starts turning a light shade of red. Why do I care so much? Well I'm a doctor and he is my best friend…yeah that's why. That's got to be why. All this goes through John's mind.
"Tuesday." Sherlock says.
John looks confused at first, but then it dawns on him. "You haven't eaten since Tuesday! It's Friday now! You are ea…"
Sherlock interrupts him with, "Angelo's?"
"Sure, Angelo's. As long as you eat something I don't care where we go." John goes to sit down in his chair, but has to get back up as Sherlock decides that they're leaving right now.
Sherlock wraps his blue scarf around his neck and slips on his long black Belstaff coat. John puts on his coat as he watches Sherlock turn his coat collar up.
Why does he always have to be so mysterious, him and his cheekbones? His very sharp cheekbones… John suddenly realizes that he had been staring at his friend.
"What?" Sherlock asks.
"Nothing, just um…thinking." John replies.
Sherlock doesn't believe this excuse, but says nothing as he leads the way down the stairs and out of 221b Baker Street. He hails a cab and they both climb in.
Hmm what could be bothering my dear blogger? Sherlock deduces that John's had a bad day at work, had a row with someone at the store, and is expecting a text from Harry. Those wouldn't distract John like this. And why is he avoiding making eye contact?
Sherlock continues to try to deduce what's wrong with John and John feels that Sherlock's making this cab ride very awkward by staring at him. Finally, they arrive at Angelo's. Both men enter the small Italian restaurant and slide into their usual seat by the window.
"Hey Sherlock!" Angelo beams at the pair. "And you brought your date too!"
"I'm not his date." John replies, frowning.
Angelo apparently doesn't believe him as he says, "It's ok you don't have to deny it here."
Sherlock can tell that John's about to explode so he interrupts Angelo. "We'll have the chicken parmesan and some wine."
John just stares at Sherlock as Angelo goes to put their order in.
"How did you know what I wanted?" John asks.
"I always see and observe, and I…" Sherlock is cut off by John.
"Ok ok, I don't want the whole long explanation. I'm not in a good mood." John says as he crosses his arms and leans back in his seat.
Angelo returns with wine. He fills both their glasses and leaves the bottle on the table. John immediately drains his glass and doesn't protest as Sherlock fills it again.
"Sherlock, why does everyone think that I'm gay and we're a couple?" John quietly asks him.
"Does it really matter what other people think? They're all of average intelligence or lower. Besides, we both know that that's not true." Sherlock looks slightly downcast as he says this, however John doesn't notice.
Soon, Angelo returns with two steaming plates of food which are placed in front of the consulting detective and his blogger.