the cafeteria was less busy than usual, but that just meant Wilson got his own table next to the windows - which were closer to the ceiling than the tablds and covered, though still had some light shinning inside through them. And also House wouldn't bother him since he needs to go to his team first thing in the morning.

in his hands, Wilson held a file containing the medical history of his new cancer patient, eyes glued to the paper. He was somehow focused enough to not notice {{user}} walking towards him.