A/N: so like. I haven't written any Johnlock in like a year so please don't hate me if this sucks.
"I'm not quite sure where he is right now, sir."
"Oh, please," the tall man sighed. "He obviously gave you that sweater. Only John would gift something that hideous. It's in his nature. You wouldn't wear it to work unless he was here. Your name is... Amy? Angela? Allison! And no, I haven't met you before. Now, please, Allison, let me in to see Dr. Watson."
He pushed past her.
"Uh... Dr. Watson? There's, uh, someone here to see you..." she trailed off as the tall, pale stranger strode to Dr. Watson's door and opened it. "I'll just, uh..." she sat down.
***
"John! So nice to see you, have you lost weight? Nice, um, gloves." Sherlock grinned.
"What do you want, Sherlock?" the shorter man sighed.
"Are... Are you busy?" Sherlock's voice was significantly higher. He cleared his throat.
"Not- not right now, no." John looked at the detective, concerned. He looked flushed and nervous. "Are you all right?"
"No-um, yeah, yeah. I'm good. Yeah." Sherlock stuttered out.
"Well, what is it, Sherlock? You don't look okay."
"I, um....." he trailed off. "Will you- that is, are you free for dinner tonight?"
"Sherlock, you know I'm always at home for dinner." You could practically see the question marks above John's head.
"I, uh, I thought maybe we could... go... out? For dinner? At Angelo's? Uh, just a thought..."
"Sure." John smiled and looked back down at his paperwork. "Seven?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah."
"See you then."
As Sherlock stumbled away, John grinned down at his desk. He bit his knuckle to keep from shouting. He looked around the corner to see if Sherlock was gone. "YESSSSSSSSS!"
Allison came around the corner. "Is everything alright?"
"It's great, Allison. It's wonderful."
