The next day House spends most of the day in the kitchen. He was going to make a classic Danish dinner, which is roasted pork with potatoes and gravy. And as dessert he had planned to make chocolate mousse.

"Could you keep an eye on the pork while I go shower and change." He didn't wait for Wilsons reply he just went right passed him to his room.

He had already figured what he wanted to wear. A red shirt, which he hadn't worn in a long time, with dark blue jeans. He was also going to trim his stubble shorter than usual.

It took him 20 minutes which is a very long time for him in the shower. He looked at his watch and saw it was 6:55 so he hurried out of his room to the kitchen where Wilson was stirring the gravy.

"Don't you have to leave? The patient is waiting for you." Although he knew that Wilson wanted to say hello to Annette before he left.

"Don't worry I have time." He looked at Wilson and rolled his eyes at him.

Meanwhile Annette was standing outside the door of the loft. She could hear two men talking to each other, one of the voices were Greg's the other one must be of his roommate.

She knocked on the door.

House limped slowly to the door. He realized that his heart was hammering in his chest, Wilson could probably hear it. For some reason his left hand was also shaking.

When he reached the door he waited before he opened it. Was he really ready to open up a woman? Could he really make it work and think of someone else for a change? He was in his thoughts for quite some time until the second round knocking of the door was bringing him out of them and he opened the door.

"Hi" She said when she saw him. Her smile did reach her eyes and he had made up his mind he was ready to open up to her, but he was going to take it slow. He didn't want to rush into things just like he did with Stacy.

"Hi" he helped her out of her coat and his eyes went wide when he saw what she was wearing. He had a good view of her beautiful neck, because she had her hair in a ponytail. All he wanted to do was burry is nose in her neck and inhale her vanilla scented perfume. Her upper body was covered in a tight white tank top, which showed her perfect shoulder blades. With the tank top she was wearing black jeans. They fitted her like a second skin and her ass was even better than Cuddy's. Her feet were covered in black boots. She really was a vision. What House did to deserve this he didn't know, but he was glad that she was here with him.

"When you're finished checking me out, maybe we could have dinner I'm starving." She said with a grin on her face.

"Sorry" He said shaking himself out of his thoughts.

"Don't be. It's great that I still have an effect on men."

He just smiled at her and took her hand to lead her into the kitchen. He had missed holding her hands, they were so soft. He wondered if the rest of her skin was just as soft. But he dismissed that thought again, he didn't want to get any ideas, he just wanted to enjoy her company tonight.

They entered the kitchen together, where Wilson was waiting for them. He looked at House with a smirk and then focused his attention on their entwined hands.

"Hi… you must be Annette, I'm House's roommate James Wilson."

"Nice to meet you." She didn't let go of his hand instead she just squeezed and ran her thump across his.

"Alright I'm leaving then. You be nice while Daddy is away." Wilson said as he picked up his overnight back up from the floor. House kept glaring at him until he heard the door close after Wilson.

"He wasn't that weird at the speed date." He looked down at Annette and could see her smiling. Relieved that Wilsons comment hadn't sent her running towards the hills; he led her to the table.

"Weird works for us."

"Oh really, should we bring him back?"

"Okay, that's enough out of you. Dinner should be ready."

The table was set beautifully with a white table cloth and candles. There even was a red rose on one of the plates.

"Just take a seat and I'll bring the dinner."

She took a seat at the place without the rose. She wanted him to give it to her. When House came he had figured out why she was sitting there, that caused him to smile. But he also realized now he had to give it to her, which made it more difficult for him. What was he going to say to her? Then he had an idea.

"Sorry about the rose. Wilson gave it to me, I just couldn't find a vase." He explained while placing the potatoes on the table.

"You probably should put it in water then." She handed him the rose, smirking at him mercilessly and not making it any easier for him.

After he had put the rose in water, he would give it to her later. He placed the rest of their dinner on the table and that was when she realized what he had done for dinner.

"Oh my God, you made a traditional Danish dinner!" She almost yelled at him. Her smile told him that she was very impressed, but at the same time he could see sadness in her eyes as well. He didn't want her to be sad. For the first time in his life House wanted to comfort somebody and make them feel better, but he didn't know how to do that.

"Yeah I hope you like it." He took a seat next to her and looked her deep in the eyes and very slowly he placed his left hand on hers "Are you okay?" Later he would be hitting himself for that question, he had never asked a person that and really meant it at the same time. "You looked upset for a moment there."

She looked down at the table and told him a very quiet voice "Yeah… I just… I miss my family. I miss my friends and it's not easy for me to be here all alone." He could hear her voice brake and he had to do something about that, he didn't want the date to end in absolute misery.

"I'm sorry. If I had known that this would make you sad I would've cooked something else."

Her head shut up and he could see the tears in her eyes. "No I'm sorry. I should've just kept my mouth shot. You went to through all the trouble preparing this dinner for me and now I've ruined everything."

"Oh shut up" he gently told her off "you didn't ruin anything. Let's just forget about it and enjoy dinner, okay?"

"Alright. It looks great by the way."

He just grinned at her and waited for her to taste.

"Ohhh my God this is amazing!" She moaned and he wondered if she sounded just same in the bedroom. That thought made him break into a smile which reached his eyes.

It did taste, even if House thought so himself, absolutely delicious. The dinner was enjoyed in silence, but it wasn't an awkward silence it was rather pleasant. After dinner they took their wine glasses and dessert to the couch, where House had planned to watch a movie with her.

"So what do you want to watch?"

"What about Die Hard or Lethal Weapon?"

House gasped at her suggestions "A woman after my own heart."

After he had put the movie in the DVD-player he took a seat next to her.

"This tastes even better than the pork. Where did you learn to cook?"

Now was his chance, he was only going to that cooking class because his leg hurt, he could tell her about Mayfield and why he had to live here with Wilson. But was he ready to share the dark part of his life? Was she ready to hear it or would she run away?