John was no Sherlock Holmes, but anyone could have read Lizzie's mood from a mile away. He shook her hand and tried not to let her anxious and somewhat sour expression affect his. Much. One eyebrow lifted without his consent. He wondered if Sam had more to do with arranging this double date than she'd led on. Maybe Lizzie was being forced along as much as Sherlock.
He kissed Sam and his expression softened, as he reminded himself just why he was doing this. She looked great and she had promised to make it worth his efforts. That was enough for him.
The girls are here, he texted to Sherlock.
He lifted his eyes back to Lizzie. "He should be here... any moment... I hope."