As he walked into the expansive lobby, he was struck by how beautiful it was. The dark wooden walls welcomed him and the beautiful display of antique furniture beckoned him to stay.

How had he lived in Seattle for so long and managed to miss such a beautiful establishment less than four hours away?

On one side of the lobby stood a massive fireplace, and antique chairs and a sofa that sat on top of a beautiful rug. On the far wall was a floor to ceiling mirror and to the right a sweeping grand staircase.

It was as though he had stepped into a scene from one of the old movies that he loved so much.

When he looked to his right, he could see the bar with its adjoining restaurant. It was small, but the patrons seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Perhaps it was the addition of the singer who was crooning along to the black baby grand piano that had them so captivated.

Overhead was a massive chandelier, and beyond that; at the same height was a balcony. This hotel was truly a work of art; from the marble floors to the beautifully detailed ceiling.

According to the brochure, the hotel opened in 1913 and he smiled at the thought. It was nice to know that some things stayed the same.

Suddenly he remembered why he had come and he casually hurried past the front desk, nodding politely at the warm greeting he received from the front desk staff. He simply must remember to tell Frasier about this fine establishment.

His overnight bag and the bouquet of roses in hand, he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the twelfth floor.

In mere moments he'd be standing face to face with the woman he loved... and hopefully soon after, he'd be holding her in his arms.