“You just said I’d do great, and now you want to know what I’ll do when I fall flat on my face and fail?” Amber curled one hand beneath her chin, drew the other towards her chest. Between this question and her realization that being with Eric would entail more than she’d imagined, she didn’t much feel like getting close and cozy. Not even straightening out the maitre d’ had made her feel any better.
“First of all, I won’t,” she stated firmly. Entertaining the notion of anything but absolute victory was a rookie mistake, especially in this case. If she even thought of losing, House would smell the fear on her, or something, and provoke her until she snapped. The best defense was never letting on you have a weakness; let House go sniff the other candidates’ butts for their fears and chase after them. “And if I did—“
She had no idea. She hadn’t thought of it.
The white tablecloth rustled against her thighs as she crossed her legs. “If I did, then I’d deal. There are other jobs out there, and I can always find some corner in need of a radiologist.” Question was, would she want any of those jobs? She’d left her last position precisely because she was tired of the radiologist routine.
At this rate, she’d have a stomachache before the waiter arrived with the menus, assuming he ever did bother to drop by their table. “Look, I’m happy to talk about work, but contemplating my hypothetical failures wasn’t how I’d pictured our evening. Tell me something about yourself.” Thinking of a question, Amber was amazed at how many popped into her mind; she knew almost nothing about this guy she was twisting herself into shapes over. “How long have you been living in Princeton-Plainsboro?”
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“First of all, I won’t,” she stated firmly. Entertaining the notion of anything but absolute victory was a rookie mistake, especially in this case. If she even thought of losing, House would smell the fear on her, or something, and provoke her until she snapped. The best defense was never letting on you have a weakness; let House go sniff the other candidates’ butts for their fears and chase after them. “And if I did—“
She had no idea. She hadn’t thought of it.
The white tablecloth rustled against her thighs as she crossed her legs. “If I did, then I’d deal. There are other jobs out there, and I can always find some corner in need of a radiologist.” Question was, would she want any of those jobs? She’d left her last position precisely because she was tired of the radiologist routine.
At this rate, she’d have a stomachache before the waiter arrived with the menus, assuming he ever did bother to drop by their table. “Look, I’m happy to talk about work, but contemplating my hypothetical failures wasn’t how I’d pictured our evening. Tell me something about yourself.” Thinking of a question, Amber was amazed at how many popped into her mind; she knew almost nothing about this guy she was twisting herself into shapes over. “How long have you been living in Princeton-Plainsboro?”