Lisa Cuddy sat at her usual table in her favourite Italian restaurant. Setting for one, entree for one, main for one and if she felt so inclined, dessert for one. She looked around her. Young couples sharing a romantic dinner, holding hands, gazing deep into each others eyes. Couples with children, eating as a family, laughing, talking. She looked around the room, she was the only one alone. Staring down at her half eaten plate of pasta she was deep in thought.
Her day had been relatively normal, until James Wilson appeared in her office. She had always believed he thought they were just friends, and she pretended to comply. But secretly, she wanted something more. When he stepped into her office, she could that look on his face. Nervous, apprehensive, but almost excited. She had anticipated the words he spoke, but nevertheless they surprised her. He had known about her kiss with House, and there was no way he would jeopardize House's chance of finally connecting with a woman. She remembered being overwhelmed with relief, that he wanted more too - but her intelligence got the better of her. She knew Wilson didn't think of her that way. She couldn't just say how she felt, it would put him in an awkward position with House. So she didn't say anything...
She snapped back to her surroundings when a waiter asked if she had finished her meal. With a sheepish smile she thanked him and payed the bill. She stepped onto the street and slowly walked home, alone, wondering what her night would have been like if she had just told him how she felt.
Her day had been relatively normal, until James Wilson appeared in her office. She had always believed he thought they were just friends, and she pretended to comply. But secretly, she wanted something more. When he stepped into her office, she could that look on his face. Nervous, apprehensive, but almost excited. She had anticipated the words he spoke, but nevertheless they surprised her. He had known about her kiss with House, and there was no way he would jeopardize House's chance of finally connecting with a woman. She remembered being overwhelmed with relief, that he wanted more too - but her intelligence got the better of her. She knew Wilson didn't think of her that way. She couldn't just say how she felt, it would put him in an awkward position with House. So she didn't say anything...
She snapped back to her surroundings when a waiter asked if she had finished her meal. With a sheepish smile she thanked him and payed the bill. She stepped onto the street and slowly walked home, alone, wondering what her night would have been like if she had just told him how she felt.