A/N: Okay, when you finish reading this I need your opinion on something I've been debating with, well, myself :D Can it stand on its own or should I continue? R&R

Any man walking into a room with a vision like her by his side would consider himself extremely lucky. Well, every man except his brother Frasier who admitted she was attractive, but didn't feel that jolt of electricity that Niles felt every time she touched his arm or simply entered the room.

That night she looked positively breathtaking in that chic black dress, black satin gloves, pearls around her neck, and elegant up-do that completed the iconic look of one Holly Golightly.

After an hour of helping her husband impress Seattle's elite for a coveted spot in the ultra exclusive club, Maris announced she'd had enough and was going home. Niles wanted to accompany her but she insisted he stay and keep working on the influential club members she'd been charming for the last hour.

Frasier, too, had been tirelessly working the crowd with a luminous, but bored, Daphne by his side. She caught Niles' eye across the room, grateful when the younger Crane waved her over for a chat.

It was hard work trying to impress the pants off of these snobs. No wonder Mrs. Crane had gone home.
"How do you think its going?" she asked.

"It's hard to tell with these people," he said. "One moment these people act as if they're your best friends and the next, they're stabbing you in the back."

Statements like those often made Daphne glad she wasn't a part of high society or the one trying to get into a snobby club where all they did was...well nothing. Those pretentious old men did nothing but smoke cigars, drink old whiskey, and sit on those old- and surprisingly comfortable- chairs.

As Daphne's mind wandered, Niles took the opportunity to discreetly ogle the goddess standing next to him. He caught a whiff of her perfume- an enticing bouquet of cherry blossom and citrusy sweetness- sending his senses into frenzy. Her dress- albeit shorter than the one worn by Hepburn- accented her long lean dancer's legs...

Niles, feeling his own legs weaken, quickly averted his eyes, downing his fresh drink in one gulp.

"Dr. Crane, are you all right?" she asked concerned.

"Huh?" He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Oh, Dr. Crane, I think the pressure's getting to you." She ran a hand across his forehead, wiping off a few beads of sweat. Had it not been for the antique chair next to him to lean on, Niles would've surely collapsed from her touch.

"I'm fine. Just tired I suppose." He cleared his throat. "Daphne, I know I said this once already but I must repeat, you look..."

Daphne blushed, flattered by his lack of words. Had she really left him speechless? "Thank you, Dr. Crane. That's so sweet of you."

"Breakfast at Tiffany's?" he asked out of the blue.

Her face lit up. "Yes!" she beamed. "I was watching that movie last night and when your brother asked me to accompany him, that idea for an outfit immediately popped into my head." She looked down at her dress.

"I know it's shorter than Holly's Givenchy dress but when I saw it at the boutique, I couldn't resist."

"Well, it's perfect," he complimented. "And those pearls, they're lovely."

"Thanks, but it's only costume jewelry. I could never afford the real thing."

A goddess like you deserves real pearls and more. "Don't let that bother you, Daphne. You look stunning either way."

"Oh, go on," she playfully elbowed him as they laughed.

For a few minutes, Niles forgot where he was and what his ultimate goal was. Daphne always had that effect on him.

And he couldn't get enough of it.

"Have you seen it?" she asked. "The movie, I mean."

"Yes, and I've also read the book. Truman Capote was a master."

"Absolutely," she agreed. "You know that scene where Holly and Fred spend the day doing things they've never done?" He nodded. "It's my favorite part of the movie. I wish I could do that someday. It seems like it could be fun."

Niles knew better. He was a happily married man. Well, maybe not happily but he was married. Sometimes- actually every time- when he was around Daphne, he lost total control of what came out of his mouth. Especially when alcohol was involved.

"Why don't WE do that?" You've really done it this time. What will she think of you?

"Do you mean that?" she asked, completely taken by surprise. Did he mean it or was it just a spur of the moment kind of thing?

"Yes, Daphne."

That dear sweet man...oh wait! He's married. Daphne also remembered how Holly and Fred's day ended. Although she hadn't planned on having- doing that- with Dr. Crane, it still wouldn't be right. Spending the day with a married man? How bad would that look especially if his society friends saw them and thought the worst. "It sounds lovely but I couldn't. You're married."

It was just as well, but he was still disappointed. "You're right, Daphne. It was too forward of me."

That kind of ruined the fun they were having and left them with an awkward silence only she could remedy.

"But what's to stop two friends from going out and having a good time?"

He immediately perked up. "It's a date then." He realized what he just said and panicked. "Not a date. I mean. An-"

"It's a date," she winked. It was all perfectly platonic.

When that "date" was going to happen was anyone's guess.