Before John could offer any kind of counter argument, their waiter had returned, so John just rolled his eyes. Along with lunch, the waiter had wordlessly brought along a lit candle. The same arrangement had followed them to a few restaurants previously, particularly at ones Sherlock was familiar with, but it was noticeably more awkward for John now that he couldn't deny he wasn't Sherlock's date. John just gave a disgruntled smile as a thanks. Keeping their relationship away from public eye was difficult when half of London already assumed they were an item. John began to pick out the meat in his dish once the waiter had left for the kitchen again.

"So," he said. "Are you actually going to eat something today?"