Sherlock x Reader Chapter 1

Odd looks followed John and Sherlock as they entered the Italian restaurant. The eyes if the adults just lingered but children openly stared.

"Mum, I want to wear my pyjamas too. Why can't I? It's not fair."

Sherlock smirked; his latest stint had at least one supporter, even if the supporter was five and covered in pizza. Lestrade saw the pair approaching and wished the ground would swallow him up, the one night of his life he wished Sherlock wasn't so obscure and was a bit more socially aware.Soon John and Lestrade were deep in conversation, talking about trivial things as far as Sherlock could tell. A natural lull in the conversation gave Sherlock the opportunity to start talking.

“Honestly the nerve of some people. The man on table four is having an affair with the woman on six. The waitress is 'busy' as in she and the manager are more than friends. Table one is going to turn into a one night stand, just look at how low her top is and where his eyes keep going. Table two is a blind date gone wrong; the poor woman is so disinterested."

John and Lestrade looked at each other, trying to find a diplomatic way to tell Sherlock to shut up. Meanwhile Sherlock was reading the wine menu laughing at the prices and complaining about how basically it was a scam. The occupants of the surrounding tables were starting to cast glances at the three men, the pained look on the faces of two of them and how the third was rambling on without care. Sherlock put the menu down and looked around the restaurant commenting about the personal attire of all the people inside, those on the street and the general atmosphere.

A young woman in the corner caught his eye, your (h/c) locks were pulled up in a simple ponytail and you were wearing a pastel blue sundress. Just by looking at her he deduced that she was here alone and had no intention of meeting anyone but she was not uncomfortable. As the waiter put down her plate of food she moved her head to thank him and your (e/c) eyes caught Sherlock’s grey ones. A smile flitted across your face as clocked his clothing and he merely raised an eyebrow at you before your attention returned to your meal. Meanwhile John started to notice the unimpressed looks his friend was attracting. Before he had time to warn Sherlock to play nicely a flustered waitress appeared with the menus, they were being fast-tracked.

“Ah, I’ll have a children’s pizza, no ham. John will have the macaroni cheese, children’s portion, and for Lestrade the vegetarian lasagne. Why no meat products, well I highly doubt that you will use real meat anyway. The place mats are all fakes so I’m assuming that this is a money making exercise designed to make as much profit as possible. The angry manager in the doorway is confirming my suspicions. Also we refuse to pay the extra money for a plate that is marginally bigger and doesn’t contain much more.”  
The waitress merely nodded before leaving with the order.

“Sherlock! You are unbelievable; you can’t just say things like that in public. People don’t like it. And I don’t care if it’s all true we came out for my birthday and you ruined it. Thanks a lot.”

Lestrade turned his back to the offending man and scowled. Sherlock felt like a child being told off by his mother, he wrapped the dressing gown around tighter and crossed his legs. The restaurant soon returned to a normal level of volume but the three men stayed quiet, their food arrived quickly and they all eat in silence.  During the meal Sherlock saw the (h/c) haired woman look their way more than once, as if she was trying to recognise the three men from somewhere. As the waitress cleaned up she asked if they want dessert, Sherlock’s eyes lit up. A quick shake on John’s head dashed his hope; he glowered at John trying to weaken his friends resolve.

“But I want ice cream” whined Sherlock “it’s not fair”

John was having none of it; he paid the bill and left with Lestrade giving Sherlock the option to stay or to follow. Like a child Sherlock followed, dragging his feet and whining about his unfair life. The slightly intriguing woman had left moments before them and so had missed the demand for ice cream, Sherlock noted. As (name) sat on the tube heading home you thought back to the rather entertaining meal you had just had, of all the people you could have seen it just had to be your new work colleagues. How on earth you were going to look them in the eye tomorrow morning and take them seriously.