Disclaimer: I do not own House atau the characters, however the story is mine.
Soooooo sorry for the late update! School, homework, and being sick haven't really let me have the time to write the story. It's kind of a short chapter which i apologize for. Let me know what anda think! :)
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House walked out of the elevator at 10:58. He was actually looking meneruskan, ke depan to this lunch date. Who knew that could happen, House thought.
House saw the mysterious woman standing oleh the main lobby meja tulis, meja and made his way over to her.
"Hey. anda owe me your name now," House said.
"No. I berkata exactly 11," she berkata as she looked down at her watch, "it's only 10:59."
House gave her an incredulous look.
"I'm just jerking your chain," she berkata with a chuckle as they began to walk towards the cafeteria.
"Oh but I like my chain jerked," House berkata as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Instead of being offended the woman just laughed. "My name is Annette. And now that I'm going to lunch with you, anda gotta tell me your name."
"Greg. But everyone calls me House."
"Hmm Greg. I like that name," she berkata as she looked House in the eyes.
They made their way into line. Once they bought their lunches they went and sat at a corner booth.
"So what do anda do," House asked.
"I am an accountant," answered Annette.
"Cool. So why would anda be at a hospital," House asked curiously.
"I was just visiting my cousin."
"Oh. Who's your cousin," House asked.
"Lisa Cuddy," the woman answered as if it was the most obvious thing.
House almost choked on the sandwich he was eating, but he quickly recovered. So that explained why he had taken such a liking to this woman.
"Oh really. I guess I see the resemblance now that I really look at you," House berkata as he eyed her up and down.
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Meanwhile Lisa Cuddy, who had seen the whole exchange, looked on curiously. She almost felt betrayed that House was looking at her cousin the way he was. It was the way he looked at her. I'm taken now. I shouldn't be worrying about it, thought Cuddy. She turned on her heel and went back to the solitude of her office.
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House and Annette were walking out of the cafeteria after finishing their lunches.
"Same time selanjutnya week," House asked.
"I'd cinta to," Annette berkata with a smile.
"Alright. Well I gotta get to work before the she-devil yells at me," House said.
"She-devil?"
"Yeah. Your cousin is secretly evil," House berkata with a chuckle.
"Oh of course. Well I gotta go to work and so do you. See anda selanjutnya week," Annette said.
House just nodded and walked to the elevator with a smile on his face and an extra spring in his step.
Soooooo sorry for the late update! School, homework, and being sick haven't really let me have the time to write the story. It's kind of a short chapter which i apologize for. Let me know what anda think! :)
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House walked out of the elevator at 10:58. He was actually looking meneruskan, ke depan to this lunch date. Who knew that could happen, House thought.
House saw the mysterious woman standing oleh the main lobby meja tulis, meja and made his way over to her.
"Hey. anda owe me your name now," House said.
"No. I berkata exactly 11," she berkata as she looked down at her watch, "it's only 10:59."
House gave her an incredulous look.
"I'm just jerking your chain," she berkata with a chuckle as they began to walk towards the cafeteria.
"Oh but I like my chain jerked," House berkata as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Instead of being offended the woman just laughed. "My name is Annette. And now that I'm going to lunch with you, anda gotta tell me your name."
"Greg. But everyone calls me House."
"Hmm Greg. I like that name," she berkata as she looked House in the eyes.
They made their way into line. Once they bought their lunches they went and sat at a corner booth.
"So what do anda do," House asked.
"I am an accountant," answered Annette.
"Cool. So why would anda be at a hospital," House asked curiously.
"I was just visiting my cousin."
"Oh. Who's your cousin," House asked.
"Lisa Cuddy," the woman answered as if it was the most obvious thing.
House almost choked on the sandwich he was eating, but he quickly recovered. So that explained why he had taken such a liking to this woman.
"Oh really. I guess I see the resemblance now that I really look at you," House berkata as he eyed her up and down.
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Meanwhile Lisa Cuddy, who had seen the whole exchange, looked on curiously. She almost felt betrayed that House was looking at her cousin the way he was. It was the way he looked at her. I'm taken now. I shouldn't be worrying about it, thought Cuddy. She turned on her heel and went back to the solitude of her office.
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House and Annette were walking out of the cafeteria after finishing their lunches.
"Same time selanjutnya week," House asked.
"I'd cinta to," Annette berkata with a smile.
"Alright. Well I gotta get to work before the she-devil yells at me," House said.
"She-devil?"
"Yeah. Your cousin is secretly evil," House berkata with a chuckle.
"Oh of course. Well I gotta go to work and so do you. See anda selanjutnya week," Annette said.
House just nodded and walked to the elevator with a smile on his face and an extra spring in his step.
When does cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what cinta was and not what it has been made into today oleh commercialisation from American film and televisi commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience cinta for real, can we komentar and judge others who are in Love. cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.