romantic overtures
The arrival of Stacy had put a damper on House's mood (not that it was great to begin with) and Foreman sought to remedy that by cooking a home-cooked meal. He sauteed shrimp and mixed them with a creamy Alfredo sauce before pouring them over fetticcini. He mixed up a salad with homemade dressing, a lemon vineagrette that he liked to use instead of heavier dressings and put a bottle of chardonnay on ice. He changed out of his work clothes into a crisp blue shirt and slacks, even taking the time to spritz on some of the cologne House had bought him for his birthday.
He sat and waited, figuring House was looking in on a patient or, more likely, torturing Cuddy. When an hour and a half went by, he began to worry and paged him. He got a "On the way, Mom," and rolled his eyes. Great. His candles were burned down to nubs and the sauce was getting cold. Just like House to ruin a surprise.
[Locked to House, please.]
He sat and waited, figuring House was looking in on a patient or, more likely, torturing Cuddy. When an hour and a half went by, he began to worry and paged him. He got a "On the way, Mom," and rolled his eyes. Great. His candles were burned down to nubs and the sauce was getting cold. Just like House to ruin a surprise.
[Locked to House, please.]