She knew he was watching her, studying her actions.
He figured she had sensed him when he saw her spine stiffen.
She had heard his cane softly hit the rug
He slowly walked towards her, wondering why he was so drawn to her.
She could feel him moving closer and tried to make the butterflies fly away.
He just wanted to hold her in his arms, let her know he was always there.
She just wanted him to look at her and let her know that he cared.
There fell a silence between them. Unbroken, and calm.
She stood facing the coffee pot.
He stood facing her.
Their emotions were floating high above their heads, to high for them to reach.
She wanted him to break the silence.
He wanted her to listen.
"Allison."
He finally spoke, his voice soft and gruff. He hoped using her first name would have the desired affect.
She cringed at the sound of her name and turned around to face him.
He looked hurt and tired.
She was mad, and upset.
"House."
She nodded to him. Her voice had a certain stiffness to it.
She didn't want him to see her vulnerability.
He thrived on vulnerability.
She stood, waiting, she didn't know what he wanted, and she wasn't sure if she cared.
He shot his eyes through her soul.
She seemed to melt to the spot.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
She could hear the nerves in his voice.
He looked on the window that was next to him, this was a mistake.
"Yes."
She replied for confidently then he had asked.
He looked comforted and content.
She was happy, and relieved
He limed over to her and stood in front of her as if he wanted to say something.
She felt the chills run through her body, she saw the bumps raise on her skin.
"Tonight, 7:30, be ready."
He whispered gruffly into her ear.
She tried not to laugh as his beard tickled her cheek.
"Now, excuse me, I want some coffee."
He said, in his usually gruff tone. Then he winked.
She thought to herself. Some things will never change.