"My standards are higher," Amber winked. While it was true she had high standards, she also trusted him to come up with good options. If Eric hadn't already earned her interest and respect, he wouldn't be here right now to ask her out.
She bit into her bagel and chewed as he suggested a couple of places, watching him. The way he brightened as he named Shank's didn't escape her attention. "Oh, tough choice." At Ma Cabane she could dress up, using her more elegant dresses that tended to rot in the back of her closet. They had great food there, subtle and delicate. And Eric, he'd fit right in, as if he were in his own home.
But Eric fitting in was the problem. He played the gentleman too well, to the point of hiding himself. No way was Amber going to encourage that tendency! "But I’m more in the mood for Shank's. Who knows, maybe you can take me to Ma Cabane some other time." While she didn't care for sports, a laid back evening could be fun, getting lightheaded with beers and learning more about each other. Hopefully she’d get a glimpse of his relaxed, natural side.
"Wait a sec." She swallowed the last of her bagel and hurried to her desk in the living room. From there she pulled out a business card from her latest set: Amber Volakis, Diagnostics Department at Princeton-Plainsboro. Holding it out to him, “There’s my number, call me if anything happens. You should give me yours, too. House might make us pull an all-nighter swabbing the hospital rooms for mold, or whatever other project he gets into his head. If he does, we’ll have to cancel—though if you wanted to, you could join in on the swabbing.” Amber grinned at this last bit.
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She bit into her bagel and chewed as he suggested a couple of places, watching him. The way he brightened as he named Shank's didn't escape her attention. "Oh, tough choice." At Ma Cabane she could dress up, using her more elegant dresses that tended to rot in the back of her closet. They had great food there, subtle and delicate. And Eric, he'd fit right in, as if he were in his own home.
But Eric fitting in was the problem. He played the gentleman too well, to the point of hiding himself. No way was Amber going to encourage that tendency! "But I’m more in the mood for Shank's. Who knows, maybe you can take me to Ma Cabane some other time." While she didn't care for sports, a laid back evening could be fun, getting lightheaded with beers and learning more about each other. Hopefully she’d get a glimpse of his relaxed, natural side.
"Wait a sec." She swallowed the last of her bagel and hurried to her desk in the living room. From there she pulled out a business card from her latest set: Amber Volakis, Diagnostics Department at Princeton-Plainsboro. Holding it out to him, “There’s my number, call me if anything happens. You should give me yours, too. House might make us pull an all-nighter swabbing the hospital rooms for mold, or whatever other project he gets into his head. If he does, we’ll have to cancel—though if you wanted to, you could join in on the swabbing.” Amber grinned at this last bit.