WHO; Henry Doyle and Juliet Pierce WHAT; Random encounter WHEN; Wednesday, 6pm-ish WHERE; A restaurant in London WHY; Because Watson and Sherlock would have to meet eventually! RATING TBA
It had been a long day. He had gotten up early to jog. He had gone to a trial. He had had a very quick lunch. He had gone to the office. He had worked uninterruptly for hours. A casual observer could notice the way Henry's shoulders weren't so straight, and how his gestures betrayed his general tiredness. When he entered his car at the end of it, taking his tie off took him a few more seconds than he used to and he also drove more carefully, aware his reflexes were probably slower. He had no rush, after all. All he would do after dinner was to go home, take a shower and relax for a bit.
He entered the restaurant where he would order his dinner. His phone rang, and he answered it for a few moments. By then, he was dressed in a black dress shirt, grey formal pants and black shoes. He wasn't a man to stick to the entire formal clothing unless it was absolutely necessary. He ended the call and looked around distractedly, searching for a waiter to place his order. Sherlock was surprisingly silent since he had left work, probably recognizing his need for a moment of peace.