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Rating: T

Roz loves Frasier

"Frasier…I…I…"

Roz looked at her friend and gulped. She had come to his flat to tell him something important.

All night she had been sitting in her apartment just thinking about what she was going to say and how she was going to say it. It had taken her ages to pluck up the courage to just walk out of the front door. Even as she had been sitting staring into her wardrobe obsessing over what to wear she had knew that it was silly being nervous, even about seeing him. She had tried to calm herself down with a drink but, much to her despair, she just couldn't keep it down.

It had been a hard day at work. Frasier had just seemed to e everywhere she turned, even more than usual. They had done the show, which, had been quite embarrassing for her as she really couldn't take her eyes off him. Half way through the broadcast he had spoken to her live on-air and she had completely frozen, he had caught her off her guard, she had been staring at him for longer than she had thought. She hoped she hadn't been grinning, she had once caught sight of herself through the glass of the partition, she had smiling like a lovesick teenager. He had laughed at her inability to talk and made a joke that she had probably had been fantasying about him. Oh he didn't know how right he had been…

After the show she had been quite relieved that it had finished and she could just go and stop being an embarrassment to herself. Though when he said goodbye she had felt somehow empty, it was the best part of the day seeing him and she really hatred when he went and she wouldn't see him until the next day. The emotions that came with this where hard too. She had gone down to the coffee shop around the corner on her way home to grab a coffee and a piece of the fattiest chocolate cake to cheer her up. She had walked through the door exhausted and walked right into him. He had apologized laying his hands on her arms, she shivered but he didn't notice as he had already started leading them off to a table in the corner, he ordered them some coffee and motioned her to sit down. He had chatted happily to her about this and that, his brother, his dad, Daphne, the dog and something about art but she hadn't been really listening. She had coughed loudly and re-positioned herself on her chair when she had realised she had been doing her usual staring and grinning act. He had just continued talking and then suddenly, remembering an appointment he had, he rushed off. She had waved him off and when he was gone she had sighed going through the same emotions as she had gone through that afternoon when he had gone from the station and indeed what she went through when he went home everyday. She then ordered two pieces of cake.