There he was, sitting with his feet propped up on his ڈیسک and an unknown smile on his face. He was suddenly awoken from his thoughts about his mystery woman with a nervous cough. He was admittedly a little angry someone had broken his trail of thought, when he opened his eyes and saw his new team standing with Foreman in an awkward manner. They usually did that when House was in another world, and truth be told, House was slightly amused سے طرف کی their bewildered expressions. But this time, it was different. Not a word was spoken when they finally had his attention.

‘You’re...happy,’ کہا a bemused Taub.

‘It’s not against the law. Is it?’ House replied nonchalantly.

‘So, it’s true then. آپ are happy?’ Kutner checked.

‘I didn’t say that. I کہا that it’s legal. Now stop standing there like you’ve just been locked in the zoo and tell me why you’re here,’ as House resumed to his normal tone, the team were set in their places and also resumed as normal.

‘We have a case. A young woman, mid-thirties....’ Thirteen کہا in an all too professional manner.

But House. He wasn’t listening. He saw the woman of his dreams walk past the differential room, past his office, where he was now standing, and smiled at him. She smiled. At him.

‘House.’

He heard her voice.

‘House?’

Again.

‘House! Are آپ listening?’ He heard Thirteen shout so loud that he was once again awoken from his thoughts. Damn, he thought. Damn.

It happens every دن and he has no idea whether the beautiful vision he sees walking past his office is real یا not. It must be real, he thought. She smiled this time.

He didn’t want to believe that the woman with the perfect figure, cascading curls, and piercing blue eyes, walking in what can only be seen as ‘hooker heels’, as House hoped, was just his imagination. He wanted to believe that she walked past his office every day, in a purposefully seductive manner, to see him. He wanted to believe he knew why she smiled this time. He wanted to believe it was all because of last night.