House was enjoying his donuts and a cup of coffee while silently mocking people that he saw walk by. The cafeteria was pretty busy today and they needed the extra tables and chairs for people to sit so House sat at the biggest meza, jedwali so that no one would want to sit near him. His devious plan worked. There he was sitting in silence when “Hey!” Cuddy scared House. He jumped and Cuddy sat down on the chair inayofuata to him. “Jesus! wewe really shouldn’t do that, wewe know. wewe could give someone a heart-attack.” House alisema still trying to calm his moyo down. He checked his pulse. “Sorry.” Cuddy said. Cuddy just sat there and stared out the window. “What do wewe want? Money? Sorry aint' got none. Spent it all on my last hooker.” House said. “No, I’m fine.” She alisema and continued to stare out the window. House continued to eat his donut but also stared at her and tried to figure out what she wanted. After a couple of sekunde House got tired of trying to figure her out and spoke. “Is there anything wewe came her to speak to me about?” He asked. Cuddy turned and looked at him. “Oh, sorry. I dazed off a little. Umm, no nothing I can think of that I wanted to talk to wewe about.” Cuddy said. “Then why are wewe here?” House asked. “What, I can’t simply hang out with you?” Cuddy said. “Well, wewe can but wewe usually don’t. Which is why I am interested.” He said. “Fine, I’ll leave if that’s what wewe want. I just had nothing else to do and thought that I come hang out with wewe but I can see that wewe don’t want me here. So I’ll leave.” She alisema getting up. House rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm to sit back down. “Stay.” He said. She looked irritated and so House sighed. “Please.” He alisema with hesitation. Cuddy sat back down and stared at him. She watched him eat and House could feel her stare. Finally House turned to her. “Do wewe want some?” He asked handing her one of his donuts. She smiled and took the donut. She wasn’t hungry at all but just to be nice she took it. She really had nothing to do and would rather hang out with Wilson but he was dealing with a patient and House was not. “Thankyou.” She alisema happily. They ate their donuts together. House was very suspicious at this act of kindness. He was especially suspicious because of the act of kindness coming from Cuddy. She tried to make small talk. “So how’s life treating you?” She asked. House looked at her with a questioning face. “I just thought we could use this time to catch up. That’s all.” She said. House was still suspicious but then again maybe she did just want to catch up. “Nothings changed: I’m addicted to Vicodin, I’m in pain when I don’t have Vicodin. There is one change though.” He said. Cuddy rested her chin in the palms of her hands and listened intently. “Hookers performance quality has gone way down so I stopped.” House continued. Cuddy gave a slight smile. “So what’s new with you?” House asked trying to carry on this pointless conversation. Cuddy sat up straight and sighed. “Same ol’ same ol’. Hospital is a wreck but I’m the only one that knows it, I’m a wreck but I’m the only one that knows it, can’t get pregnant, can’t find a decent guy, same ol’ same ol’.” Cuddy said. She kept her wreckage and the hospital’s wreckage under wraps very good because not even House knew. House nodded and leaned back in his chair. He twirled his cane like a baton. Cuddy grabbed his hand so that he would listen to her and stop with the cane. “House? We need to talk.” She alisema putting his hand on the table. House let her put his hand on the table. Her warmth on him sent electric shocks through his body, he didn’t want it to stop but it did and he was cold again from her absence. “About what?” He asked. “About us.” Cuddy said. She continued. “House, what are we? Are we employee employer au are we friends?…or are we something more?” House listened. He didn’t want to have this conversation but he knew he couldn’t stop it now, so he just sat and listened. Before he could even answer Cuddy continued. “You give me mixed signals. One siku wewe onyesha feelings for me and then when I onyesha feelings for you, wewe cop a feel and act like an ass. It’s like wewe are afraid to onyesha your feelings…are wewe afraid to onyesha your feelings?” She asked. “I don’t know why I do that. I know what I want, I just am afraid to want it.” House alisema in almost a whisper. “What do wewe want House?” Cuddy asked. House was looking down at the table. He thought for a moment and then looked up at her. He noticed that she had moved her chair a great deal closer and they were now only inches a part. “I want-” House was cut off…again. “Sorry, hope I’m not interrupting anything am I?” Wilson said. Cuddy looked down at her folded hands and alisema no. “House, the patient has brain cancer as well as breast cancer.” Wilson said. “Why the hell are wewe telling me this? I’m not the cancer guy wewe are.” House said. “I just thought wewe would want to know.” Wilson said. House got up as did Cuddy. Wilson smiled and walked away. Cuddy turned to face House who was just staring at her. “Pick me up at 8:00 and we will continue this conversation over dinner.” She said. “Don’t be late.” Cuddy added before walking away. House was left standing there. He didn’t know what to do. He hated it when people did that because now he had to take her out to chajio, chakula cha jioni whether he liked it au not. He wasn’t totally bummed about the whole thing. He was actually kind of anxious. He went back up to his room. After staring at mindless shit on the Internet he had to talk to someone: Wilson. “Hey.” House alisema barging into Wilson’s room. He found Wilson and the brain and breast cancer girl making out.