Sherlock sat on the armchair, with his palms pressed together on his chest.
He didn't directly look but with the amount of noise he was making, he guessed John was back from grocery shopping.
"I asked you if you were free today, John", Sherlock stated.
John sighed, "When did you ask me that?"
"About two hours ago", Sherlock replied, still thinking about what Mycroft had said.
"What do you have in mind?", John asked, "Any leads on the case Mycroft was talking about?"
"No, nothing to do with that. I was just thinking dinner", Sherlock replied casually.
"Dinner", John repeated suspiciously.
"Yeah, Dinner, John, the evening meal people have", Sherlock said as he got up and left the apartment, leaving John a little surprised.
When John returned to the apartment in the evening after a cup of coffee at the cafe just around the corner, Sherlock didn't seem to be sitting in his usual position. He wasn't anywhere in the living room or the kitchen.
"Sherlock?", John asked, hoping Sherlock hadn't gotten himself into any kind of trouble, wondering if someone had broken into their apartment.
He entered Sherlock's bedroom to find him standing in front of the mirror.
Fixing his bowtie.
"Sherlock, why are you dressing up?", John asked worried.
"We're going out, aren't we?", Sherlock asked without even looking at John.
"To dinner, yes", John replied. "Are you sure this isn't a ploy to chase some murderer at a fancy restaurant or catch a drug dealer or something?"
Sherlock didn't reply. He went on fixing his bowtie.
"Fine", John seemed to be talking to himself, "I'll go get ready"
He went back to his room and found the best shirt he could find, along with a coat which looked new, wondering what Sherlock was upto.
"Where we going?", John asked though he doubted he would get an answer.
He was surprised when he did.
"Nowhere much. Remember the place where we went and first spotted the serial killer cabbie?", Sherlock asked.
"Yeah, you had cleared the owner's name of a murder charge and he puts everything you order on the house", John replied.
They turned around the corner of the block and stood in front of the restaurant which was packed with people. There was a line outside too, waiting for clearance.
"I don't think we'll get in", John commented but Sherlock walked straight to the guard and smiled at him.
The guard smiled back.
"Mr. Holmes and his date?", he asked still smiling, as he checked his register for reservations.
"Yes", Sherlock replied shooting John a glance.
"Oh", said John finally realizing, "Oh. Oh. Oh. Right. Right."
"John", Sherlock started, "Don't make a big deal about-"
John interrupted him, "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Totally fine."
A waitress lead them to the table they had been sitting in the first time they had come in here.
This time when the owner referred to John as Sherlock's date and asked what they would like, he just smiled and asked for some wine.