Sherlock Holmes & Laurel Lance
This speed dating event was exhausting for someone like Sherlock. But he had agreed to do it, and he was going to see it through to the end. And this was the third date of the evening. He was halfway there. He could do this, right?
Of course he could.
"Good evening," he said, offering the woman a small smile. "So. What brings you here tonight?" He decided that was nicer than asking if she had signed herself up or had been forced here. Or something.