A/N: Dedicated to Pat2Trivia4Me, whose amazing story "Visions in the Light of the Moon" was the inspiration for this, my 300th story

Picking up the breakfast dishes from the table, Daphne couldn't help noticing the smile on her boss' face. Something was definitely going on, but she couldn't imagine what it could be. He was alone, which eliminated the possibility that his date from the previous evening hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. Only a man like Dr. Crane could judge the success of a date by whether or not the woman had managed to spend the night with him. If she judged her dates in that manner…

She quickly brushed the painful reminder off and glanced though the window. Immediately she could see that the weather wasn't what had him smiling either. The streaks of rain distorted the image of the Space Needle, making it and the rest of the other buildings that made up the Seattle skyline, appear to be one big blur.

The rain hit the window rather forcefully, making it sound as though tiny rocks were falling from the sky rather than rain itself. She regarded her boss carefully, taking note of the way he read through the morning paper. The sight was amusing to say the least. She'd never heard him chuckle while reading the Business Section before. And come to think of it, she'd never seen him pick up the Business Section at all.

"Well, someone is in a good mood on such a dreary day!" She remarked as she looked out the window. Once again she silently questioned when the place known as The Emerald City would see the sun again. It seemed as though it had been raining constantly for weeks on end. Of course Seattle had a reputation for its rain but even the handsome weatherman on her favorite local television station remarked that the wet weather was unusual even for Seattle.

She smiled, thinking of the man for whom she had a secret crush. It was silly to feel her heart flutter whenever she watched the evening news, but she simply couldn't help it. With his steel gray eyes and dark hair, he was quite handsome.

She wasn't about to tell a soul about her secret crush. That would have disastrous results and she'd never hear the end of it; especially from Roz. And so she kept her love for the handsome weatherman a secret.

And there was certainly no harm in taking a liking to him. It wasn't as though anything would come of it anyway. The band of gold that he wore on his left hand was enough of a sign. She couldn't imagine dating a weatherman anyway. He was probably terribly dull, always chattering on and on about the weather, when there were so many other interesting things that they could be discussing, like her family back in Manchester.

"Daphne?"

Startled out of her thoughts she whirled around to see her boss holding up his empty juice glass.

"More orange juice please?"

"Yes, of course, right away, Dr. Crane." Dutifully she went to him and took the glass as all thoughts of the handsome weatherman vanished. "Anything else I can get you?" She asked, displaying a sweet smile. When he was in a good mood, she'd learned to try to make it last as long as possible.

"No, that's fine Daphne. Thank you."

She retreated into the kitchen and set the glass on the counter. As quickly as possible she located the orange juice carton in his Sub-Zero refrigerator and filled the glass in haste, returning the carton immediately to its original location. Dr. Crane liked his refrigerator to be kept nice and tidy at all times, even though he used it far less than she.

It was annoying, but she put up with it for the sake of her job. It was the easiest way, and she knew that from experience.