House got all the confirmation he needed when he pulled into a parking space on the opposite side of the street; Foreman's car was parked near the front of the restaurant and, lo and behold, Foreman was nosing through a menu in a spacious booth by the window. Sitting across from Marty. House stayed in his car for a few moments, spying. He couldn't help thinking that this was eerily similar to what he'd been doing with Foreman when Foreman had surprised the fuck out of him with a kiss. Spying on Thirteen. Now he was spying on Foreman, with nobody to make out with, which made this far less exciting, and he had to force himself to shake off the thought as he climbed out of his car and stalked for the entrance of the restaurant.

He barged inside, trying to keep himself casual enough that his walk and his expression wouldn't scream 'jealous boyfriend' as he blew past the hostess and into the dining room. "Foreman!" House was tempted to shout out 'Eric' for the shock, but decided against it. He'd use it when Foreman had more of his attention. House reached the booth, ignoring the stares at he arrived and slid into the booth next to Marty, putting Marty between him and Foreman. Maximum discomfort for both Marty and Foreman. "Is this the new boyfriend you wanted me to meet? Oh, wait," House said, turning his head to stare at Marty, "I met you already. The last time you came to try to steal my employee."