You step back from the hug, you and John just shared.
You stand with your back against Sherlock, and can feel his eyes on your body. You kneel down an pull money out of your chucks, that's the reason why you always wear two pair of socks, to put the notes in between them. John looks down at your slim body, kneeling on the floor and fishing around in your shoes. His forehead frowns as removes his eyes from you to look at a smiling Sherlock. You stand back up, and wave, with a huge grin on your face,the a 20 pound note. The color of the banknote shimmering lightly as the sun shines on it.
"Hungry?" you simply ask.
Both of them nod, and put on their jackets while walking downstairs and out the apartment.
You go into a nice little restaurant called Tierra Brindisa near Northumberland Street. The owner itself comes to take your orders as you take place on a table directly in front of the mirror. The owners name's Angelo, which you figured out when Sherlock and John greeted him. Angelo was wearing typical waiter clothes, a white Shirt and flawless black jeans. He is kinda chubby but seems really nice, Sherlock looks like he trust him, so you simply do the same. It is very strange for you to trust a particular stranger. You've never experienced something like that, since you were little you found out that you can't trust no one, especially not someones opinion, but with Sherlock and John it was different. You just know that you can trust their intuition, you finally feel like you belong somewhere.
You look up from your menu card, you were holding, smile at John and Sherlock and then order yourself a plate of Spaghetti.
John took the Ravioli and Sherlock ordered Pizza, you have never seen him eating so much. You have been worried that day earlier because he wasn't eating, but now you're unconcerned because he really seems to enjoy the Pizza.
You make jokes and have an awesome time, you are pretty sure you haven't laughed so much, since forever. You never even once thought about cutting yourself.