"You clearly haven't been around me when I go grocery shopping," he jests, offering her a bright smile as he begins to arrange his things in a neat and compulsive manner, making sure the angles are exactly straight before he looks back up to his new companion. "Really," he assures. "Apples, oranges, and god forbid I have to buy eggs."

"John," he introduces himself, rolling up his sleeves as he extends a hand. "John Holmes."

Joan Watson. Honestly, the goosebumps are practically erupting beneath the skin.