It was hard concentrating when the most beautiful woman in the world standing right there. Daphne was leaning against the railing on the balcony, gazing at the Space Needle. She was wearing a sleeveless dress, and she seemed unaffected by the cold.

One sign of a shiver, and Niles would put his jacket around her in an instant. Frasier had just hosted a dinner party, and it was a bit disastrous. It seemed to be a tradition for Crane Dinner Parties to end a bit early. This time it was because Frasier had accidentally let slip that he saw Lois Garrison at the opera last week with her husband. Her husband, Frank, made it clear that he wasn't with her at the opera; she had told him that she had gone to visit her mother. Well, that escalated, and it turned out Lois was having an affair. The incident was embarrassing, and Niles was sure Frasier was glad everyone was out of the apartment.

"Some party," Daphne said.

"Oh, yes. I can't believe it escalated so quickly. Poor Frasier. No, really, poor Frank, I'd say. They were always so happy together."

Daphne nodded. "It's such a shame when relationships go sour. Especially concerning a marriage of some years." She turned to him. "It still upsets me about you and Mrs. Crane."

Niles shrugged, though he was pleased that she felt for him. That was where the pleasure ended, though. If she was so sad about his impending divorce, surely that meant she harbored no feelings for him?

"The moonlight certainly is beautiful," Daphne said.

"Yes, it is." He wasn't really looking at the moon though. He was admiring the way Daphne looked basked in it. She looked even more like a goddess than usual, and all he wanted was to take her into his arms. Unconsciously, he reached out and brushed her hand with his fingers.

Daphne didn't shy away. In fact, she smiled at Niles and allowed him to put his hand on top of hers. "This is nice, being here with you."

"I feel the same way." They looked out at the moonlight together, Niles not knowing what the future held in store for him.