Sherlock loved their table. It was in the back of the restaurant, near the door where the waiters enter and exit, which means its far from the big front windows and all their light. Not only are there less prying eyes on then, but Sherlock can remove his hood and eat in relative peace.

He pulled his hood back as soon as he stepped in the door to Angelo's. Sure, it hurt for a few seconds as he stepped away from the light into the nice dark and cool back of the restaurant, but he didn't mind the short pain for the long term gain.

Without a word, he slid into the booth across from John and took his hand. "I trust it all went generally well then?" He asked, not even bothering to pick up a menu. Angelo already knew what he wanted.