Foreman raised his eyebrows when Amber seemed surprised at his guess that she might be interested in the mystery guy. That was evidence enough for him, and Foreman dismissed the potential competition from consideration. Mostly, he was amused at himself that he'd decided some other man was 'competition', as if he'd already chosen to pursue Amber for himself. Well, for a drink or a dinner, at least. After that, depending on how the evening went--and he was certain now that there was an evening ahead of them, not just a walk to her car--he'd see what directions were likely. A one-night stand wasn't outside the realm of possibility, but it wasn't necessarily what he was looking for, either.

He kept the idea of sunflowers in mind. It was exactly the sort of information that he tried to remember, since it impressed women if he made plans on a special date or cooked them a favourite food that they'd mentioned in passing. Sometimes, it was a test, and Foreman wouldn't be surprised if that's how Amber was treating the information. It could backfire, though. If he remembered, then he was considerate and thoughtful; if he suddenly tried to run out and buy her a bunch of sunflowers, it nudged him over the line to creepy. Foreman had always played that game perfectly. He committed sunflowers to memory but he didn't answer her with more than a nod.

"If you want a better space, go to the farewell parties," Foreman said, enjoying her matter-of-fact complaint. Amber, he suspected, already knew how to get what she wanted, but a little advice wouldn't hurt, especially since he was sharing his own secret. "Listen to the speeches, tell them they were a shining beacon at the hospital, and then show up at their office on the day they move out and offer to help. You carry a few boxes, and they mention your name to Cuddy."