"Thirteen, wait!" Kutner
ran out of the elevator and caught up with her. "What was
that?"
"That was nothing.", she replied
coldly.
"Nothing? Then it was the most passionate, emotional
'nothing' I've ever experienced.",
Thirteen stopped and
looked at him irritated. "What do you want?"
"I
want to know why you just gave me the best kiss of my life in this
elevator.", Kutner said and grinned slightly.
"Stop
exaggerating." Thirteen gave him a dirty look, "and now we
should make this MRI and-"
"Do you want to go out with
me tonight?", Kutner interrupted her.
"What?? No!"
"We
could have dinner at –„
"Kutner! I said 'no', which part
of 'no' didn't you understand?"
"I didn't understand the
why.", Kutner replied and gave her a sad look.
"There
was no why, there was just a no.", Thirteen said firmly.
For
a few seconds, both of them were silent, until Kutner started to
speak again.
"I guess I'll electrocute myself again
then…"
Thirteen stared at him with disbelief and
astonishment.
"Don´t you dare do that."
"Then
go out with me.", Kutner said and smiled at her.
"What?
No, that's unfair."
"It was also unfair to kiss me out
of the blue and than give me the cold shoulder.", he
answered.
"Why do you want to go out with me so bad?",
she asked and crossed her arms.
"Well, you´re… mysterious.
I like that."
"You don't ."
Kutner
sighed.
"You´re right. It's annoying and childish that you
hide your real name. Tell me."
"No and now let's do the
MRI before House kills us."
With this words Thirteen turned
her back on him and wanted to walk away.
"I want to feel it
again…", Kutner started to say, which caused Thirteen to stop
again and look at him confused.
"I want to experience this
stunning and warm feeling you gave me when you kissed me again. I
want to close my eyes and forget everything around me when your lips
touch mine. I want to hold you tight and stroke your hair while
kissing you. That's why I want to date you… Because you give me a
feeling that no one else could ever give me. And I don't want to lose
that."
Thirteen was obviously taken aback by his
words.
"Well… I guess…", she struggled with the
words.
"Yes…?", he gave her a hopeful look which made
her smile.
"Eight o clock would be great."
