I Left My Heart in Seattle

Frasier Crane drew in a deep breath. This was it. It was his first day at his San Francisco job. The building was right in front of him. It was larger than the KACL building, and Frasier felt out of place. He exhaled and walked inside.

He glanced around the lobby for a second before spotting the elevators. According to his agent Bebe Glazer, his new producer would be waiting for him there. Frasier pushed the 'up' button. Seconds later the door opened.

As expected, there was someone in the elevator. The woman was a bit younger than Frasier expected, but age had nothing to do with experience. The woman had dirty blond hair and was dressed in a jean skirt and a green peasant top. "Are you Dr. Frasier Crane?" the woman asked.

"Why, yes I am," Frasier said as he entered the elevator. "Am I to assume that you are my new producer?"

"I'm your producer all right, but I'm not new," the woman announced as she hit the 'door close' button on the elevator. "I've been in radio for ten years." She finally extended her right hand to Frasier. "Rose Coyle, nice to meet you," she introduced herself.

Frasier blinked twice. "Rose Coyle?" he questioned as he absent-mindedly shook her hand.

"You've heard of me?" Rose asked curiously.

Frasier shook his head. "Not to my knowledge, but your name sounds familiar."

Rose shrugged as the elevator opened on their floor. "Maybe we slept together," she suggested casually as she exited.

"I doubt that's it," Frasier informed her with a slightly disgusted tone in his voice. He followed her down the white-linoleum-tiled floor towards the studio. "It's not you personally. Just your name."

Rose shrugged again. "Suit yourself. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone we might have slept together," she assured Frasier.

"We have not slept together!" Frasier exclaimed loudly. "Unlike some people, I tend to remember the women with whom I have had sexual intercourse."

"Ok, ok," Rose said as she kept walking. "I get it." She glanced at the clock in one of the office rooms. "Ok, we've still got over an hour before you're on the air," she informed Frasier. "The station manager Lenny Faley would like to meet you before hand if that's ok with you."

"Lenny Faley?" Frasier questioned.

Rose nodded. "Yes," she said as she picked up her pace a little. "Don't worry. He's a pretty easy-going guy."

At that moment, a shorter man appeared from a doorway. His eyes instantly fell on Rose. "You're looking more beautiful than ever," he said. "I'll count the days until you'll be my Princess Leia."

Rose's cheeks blushed slightly as she grasped Frasier's hand and began walking at a quicker pace. Once the two of them had rounded the corner, Frasier spoke. "Who was that?"

"Cole Dempsky," Rose said with disgust. "The most annoying person at this station. He constantly flaunts his two biggest obsessions - ­Star Wars and me."

Frasier blinked twice again. "Next you'll be telling me you have another on-air talent who refers to himself as the name of a canine," he muttered.

"Oh, you know Boxer?"