"Evening," Sherlock replied, sitting up just a little as his companion settled in. "Surgery went well, I see."
Only the regular drumming of his fingertips against the table betrayed any kind of elevated emotion. Someone had already brought menus by, but there was no candle this time--unlike the majority of the tables in the restaurant. Anyone passing by the window would see just a casually mismatched pair of friends out for a bite to eat on a chilly February night.
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Date: 2012-02-02 10:19 pm (UTC)Only the regular drumming of his fingertips against the table betrayed any kind of elevated emotion. Someone had already brought menus by, but there was no candle this time--unlike the majority of the tables in the restaurant. Anyone passing by the window would see just a casually mismatched pair of friends out for a bite to eat on a chilly February night.