Foreman raised his eyebrows, surprised at Amber's choice. He'd offered Shank's as a joke, or a test, although he had no problem with the place. Amber had wider interests than he'd thought, but that was hardly a bad thing. There would be more to learn about her, more interesting things to discuss. He finished his bagel and washed it down with his coffee as she went off to the living room, so that he'd be ready to leave when she was.

When Amber came back and presented her business card to him, Foreman nearly froze again. He managed to smile at her joke, although he couldn't see anything the least bit funny about being House's lackey, ordered around to perform pointless tasks just because House was on a power trip that had nothing to do with their current case. But that wasn't the worst of the problem. Amber had given him her card, but even though Foreman had a stack of his own in his wallet, he couldn't give one back. He'd been an idiot, arrogant as hell, and he'd gone out and gotten new ones--Amber must have done the same--only his read Head of Diagnostics, Mercy General Hospital. If he handed one to Amber, the questions would start, and Foreman was sure she'd cancel tonight--probably cancel knowing him--if that was how he told her what his new job was. He wanted to do it this weekend, but Sunday would be soon enough, at some point when they were both relaxed, not about to rush out the door. "Do you have a pen?" he asked as he tucked her card into his pocket. "My home number just changed." That was true, since he'd moved back to Princeton, and Foreman would most likely be there in the afternoon, since he didn't have much planned beyond the gym and maybe getting some groceries. He'd want to clean, too, and get things ready, just in case the opportunity came to ask Amber up after their date. "I'll give you my cell, too, but that's probably where I'll be."