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  You Could Meet Him On the Bus: Breakfast With Tiffany 
 by Taima Hiroshima  

 AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't know when I'll continue And Baby Makes... but rest
assured I will. I'm just taking a break.

 For the next week, the bus was abnormally crowded. She always ended up
sitting next to him. She always seemed to be running late, just barely
making it to the stop, always chewing on a doughnut and tried to comb her
hair.

 House saw the number of pages she had left in Oliver Twist get smaller
and smaller. They were pretty quiet as they sat together. Every now and
then, House's eyes slid over to see where she was in the book. Part of him
wanted to jump right in and ask her questions.

 But then, she'd probably think he was a perverted old man with a cane.
And that made him extra dangerous. She looked like the kind of girl who
would carry pepper spray in her purse.

 The second week, things seemed to settle down. She was waiting at the bus
stop with a box of treats under her arm, her books in the backpack she
carried, covered in duct tape and safety pins. Her hair was combed and
neatly hung down.

 House wasn't sitting in the handicapped seat. There were plenty of places
to choose from, and he'd plopped in something near the back door. The girl
put in her coins and scoped the place. When she spotted him, she went and
sat in the seat behind him.

 "You're not in your seat,"

 "You're not holding your comb." He didn't look at her. She shrugged and
sat back. He heard her rustling around.

 "Want one?" she held out the box to him. House eyed them and the girl
suspiciously. She didn't seem the type to poison them. And anyway, she was
munching on a chocolate covered affair. He selected one covered in
frosting and rainbow sprinkles.

 "No coffee?"

 "Well, I can't carry everything." She rolled her eyes and looked out the
window. "My name's Tiffany."

 "Isn't that a stripper name?"

 "Aren't you a little too lucid to be riding the bus? What's your story?
Are you a druggie?" she snapped. House nodded.

 "Yup," he said with dead seriousness. She laughed uneasily.

 "I'm House,"

 "Isn't---,"

 "Shut up or you wear those doughnuts." He cut her off. She sat back and
reached into her bag. House saw her pull out a new book. He squinted and
saw it was The Bell Jar. "Sylvia Plath, huh? Did you finish Oliver Twist?"

 "Yeah," she settled back into her story. House said nothing more until he
got off the bus.

 "I want a chocolate doughnut tomorrow." He said as he limped off.  
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