Sherlock easily hails a cab on the street and not long after they stop outside a small restaurant, Angelo's.

Upon walking in a large man descends on them. "Sherlock!" They man yells joyously sweeping the lanky man into a bone breaking hug.

Sherlock glares but John can tell this isn't an unusual occurrence.

"Oh forgive me," the man says in a thick accent after releasing Sherlock, "you are on a date. I apologize for the intrusion. Come sit." He gestures to a nearby table.

John clears his throat uncomfortably but doesn't argue as he takes the seat facing the door.

Sherlock takes the seat across from him and the large man sets candles or on the table.

"This man," he says pointing at Sherlock, "he got me off a murder charge. I owe him my life."

Sherlock smiles slightly. "John this is Angelo. I proved he was on the other side of the city breaking and entering when the murder was committed."

Angelo nods enthusiastically. "Sherlock is a great man, I would do anything for him."

John looks between the two, nearly laughing at the look on Sherlock's face.

"Order whatever you want, as always it's on the house, for you and your date." The large man tells them setting out menus.

"I'm not his date." John protests but Angelo is already walking away. He sighs feeling that this is what is going to happen a lot. "He's very boisterous."

Sherlock sighs. "Very but he means well."

They sit in silence, John notes it's not an awkward silence. Already he feels that they wouldn't be sharing anything but comfortable between them though that could be his persistent hope.

Angelo returns to take their order seeming to be keeping himself restrained. Before he leaves he gives John a wink and chuckling lightly.

John glares after him but can't feel too irritated about being mistaken for being gay with Angelo's lingering presence, permeating the air. "So do you have a girlfriend?" He asks feeling he knows the answer.

Sherlock is typing away on his phone. "Girlfriend...umm not really my area." He answers.

"Boyfriend? Because that's fine too." John asks. He shouldn't be asking such personal questions but his curiosity is getting the better of him.

"I know its fine," Sherlock says defensively lowering his phone to look at John, "And no I don't."

John nods, "Good, fine. You're unattached like me." He mutters uncertain why he even bothered asking.

"John," Sherlock speaks softly and John swears he saw a slight blush behind the man's ears, "I am flattered by your offer but I must tell you I consider myself married to my work."

John feels his own face redden. "No, I...umm...no. I was just...no. I was making an observation." He protests.

Sherlock holds his gaze for a long moment and John wants to look away but the intense eyes capture him. Luckily Angelo appears with their food.

It isn't until the large man leaves does John realize that Sherlock ordered nothing but a glass of wine. "Aren't you eating?"

Sherlock shakes his head. "I don't eat a lot, digestion slows me down."

"That makes no sense," John laughs, "I'm a doctor so don't be surprised if I nag you about that especially since you insist on chasing after criminals." He tells the other man before digging into the pasta. It's fantastic and John wonders when the last time Sherlock ate.

Angelo stops by and sets down a plate of bread sticks as he passes the large man pats John on the back sending him into a vision.

Angelo is hunched over a desk, the papers he's reading show numbers and look to be in the negatives. "I don't understand, I just don't understand." He keeps muttering shuffling through the stacks but seeming to be finding nothing.

The scene shifts:

One of the waiters dressed in the uniform of the restaurant is looking around nervously as he pulled bundles of cash from a safe.

"John?"

Sherlock's voice calling his name snaps John back to the present. The doctor blinks to clear his vision.

The taller man is leaning towards him. "How often does that usually happen to you?" Sherlock asks.

John shrugs. "More today than usual." He answers. It is true, John hadn't had a vision until the ones he had of Sherlock, it seemed just being around the man made his ability stronger.

Sherlock eyes him slowly, sitting back in his seat. "Where does your mind go?" He asks.

John thinks about it a moment, maybe just maybe this man might believe him when his parents didn't but decides against it. "It's hard to describe, my brain takes a vacation and I float through space. I never know how long I'm there or how I even get there or what even triggers it. It's happened to me since I was a child and doctors' could never tell me why. I've since given up trying to figure it out, I've learn to live with it." He explains leaving out the bit about seeing visions of the future but making sure to keep it pretty close to the truth.

Sherlock nods. "I believe I understand. I have a mind palace though I can access it when I need to organize information or review information I find vital to cases that I work. I can spend days in my mind palace and have no notion of the passage of time. I'm aware it isn't exactly the same but I believe it is similar."

John did note the similarities but still didn't feel like he can confide in Sherlock just yet. Instead of commenting he begins to eat keeping an eye on Sherlock as he sips on his wine and nibbles on a breadstick. When everything is empty Angelo appears again, clearing the table with the help of a few waiters before withdrawing again.

John spots the waiter again and can see the man looks nervous just like in his vision. "Sherlock," the doctor says getting the attention of the other man, "what do you make of that gentlemen?"

Sherlock glances at the waiter, eyeing him. The other man is silent while he observes and John watches his eyes narrow with a look of disgust, a feeling of hope grows in the smaller man. "Angelo." He calls.

The large man is at Sherlock's side in an instant, smiling brightly.

"That waiter there is stealing from your tills after his shifts." He tells the man.

Angelo blinks at him slowly before turning to look at the indicated waiter. "Dave? He's worked for me almost a year, are you certain?"

"Very." Sherlock answers with a nod.

"Thank you Sherlock." Angelo says with a sigh before moving towards the waiter.

John looks away from the scene that's about to take place and stands up. Sherlock follows keeping pace with the limping doctor.

"How did you know?"

John nearly misses the other man's question. Glancing over he notices Sherlock watching him. "What?"

"The waiter, how did you know?" He repeats sighing in irritation.

John kicks himself remembering Sherlock hated repeating himself. "He looked nervous and nervous people aren't usual good news." He tells him.

The taller man hums without speaking and hails a cab.


It's nice that John was able to help Angelo before it was too late.