"Nobody works harder to give a woman what she wants."

James Wilson could be a romantic when the need arose. He'd done everything right. The nice shirt, the tie, the restaurant.

Yes, Dr. Wilson had done just about everything right when it came to his date. The one factor he'd neglected to consider, however, was Gregory House.

You were laughing at something James had said - some charming yet safe joke - when his eye caught a figure at the restaurant window. House. The other man waved back, a stupid smile plastered on his face that made him look like a toddler.

He couldn't even escape that jerk on a date. Had House followed him here?

Wilson's expression dropped for a fraction of a moment before he turned back to you with an artificial smile.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

If he ignored House, maybe he'd go away! Better yet, maybe you wouldn't notice him. Wishful thinking, of course. The other doctor had a particularly nasty habit of popping up like persistent cancer.