Chapter VIII: A Study in Pink: pt VI

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(Lowering his hands, Sherlock leads John and Skylar onwards and into a small restaurant. The waiter near the door clearly knows him and gestures to a reserved table at the front window.)

Sherlock: Thank you, Billy.

(Sherlock helps Skylar out of her coat before taking off his coat, sitting down on the bench seat next to Skylar at the side of the table and immediately turns sideways so that he can see clearly out of the window. As Billy takes the 'Reserved' sign off the table, John sits down on the other bench seat with his back to the window, and takes off his jacket.)

Sherlock (nodding to a building over the road): Twenty-two Northumberland Street. Keep your eyes on it.

John: He isn't just gonna ring the doorbell, though, is he? He'd need to be mad.

Sherlock: He has killed four people.

John: ... Okay.

(The manager and/or owner of the restaurant comes over, clearly pleased to see Sherlock. Seeing the larger man approach Skylar moved closer to Sherlock, who looked down at the smaller woman before wrapping his arm protectively around her waist.)

Angelo: Sherlock.

(They shake hands.)

Angelo: Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free.

(He lays a couple of menus on the table.)

Angelo: On the house, for you and for your lovely date.

Sherlock (to John and Skylar): Do you want to eat?

John/Skylar (to Angelo): I'm not his date.

Angelo: This man got me off a murder charge.

Sherlock: This is Angelo.

(Angelo offers his hand to John, who shakes it.  Angelo looked at the nervous Kitsune holding out his hand to her.  Skylar looked at Sherlock who looked down at her and nodded patting her know that Angelo wouldn't hurt her. Placing her hand in his, Angelo kissed the back of her hand instead of shaking it causing Skylar to blush.)

Sherlock: Three years ago I successfully proved to Lestrade at the time of a particularly vicious triple murder that Angelo was in a completely different part of town, house-breaking.

Angelo (to John): He cleared my name.

Sherlock: I cleared it a bit. Anything happening opposite?

Angelo: Nothing. (he looks at John again.) But for this man, I'd have gone to prison.

Sherlock: You did go to prison.

Angelo (to John): I'll get a candle for the table. It's more romantic.

John (indignantly, as Angelo walks away): I'm not his date!

(Skylar couldn't help but laugh at her flustered brother.  Sherlock puts his own menu down onto the table.)

Sherlock: You may as well eat. We might have a long wait.

(Angelo comes back with a small glass bowl containing a lit tea-light. He puts it onto the table and gives John a thumbs-up before turning and walking away again.)

John (a little tetchily): Thanks(!)

(Later, John and Skylar have plates of food in front of them and are eating from it. Sherlock's attention is fixed out of the window and he is quietly drumming his fingers on the table.)

John: People don't have arch-enemies.

(It takes a moment but Sherlock finally looks round.)

Sherlock: I'm sorry?

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