Chapter 3:
"Can I take your coat?"
"Please do." I answered, as he softly took my soaking wet coat, I realised that I looked like a drowned rat. "Oh, I must look terrible." I said, as I attempted to smooth back the wayward strands of hair from my bun.
"Nonsense, you look beautiful." He said, as he also helped me with my blazer. I couldn't help but notice how much he sounded like Frasier when he said that.
He pulled out my seat for me, and then proceeded to sit down himself.
"Would you mind if I straightened myself out a little?" I asked.
"Go ahead."
I undid my top 2 buttons, and took my hair down. As I ran my fingers through my hair Philip's eyes seemed to fixate on me, just like Frasier.
"So, what's the trouble with your husband?" He asked, as he shook out of his admiring gaze.
"Lots of things really." I answered as I traced the rim of my scotch glass with my finger.
"Well, I've got all the time in world." He said, with a comforting smile.
"I don't think that's long enough."
"Let me be the judge of that. Why don't you start with why you came here tonight?"
"Alright. We had a fight. Or more like I got angry with him."
"Why?"
"We were out at a bar we usually go to after work. And he made a snide comment about me…..His friends aren't that fond of me, they do that all the time."
"Then why do you go in there?"
"He's my husband. And I can handle his friends. Although it always annoys me that he never seems to defend me, and then tonight…"
"Seems to me he doesn't know what he's got."
"Yes. Well…." I said as I lowered my head in embarrassment.
"I mean it Lilith." He said, as he lifted my head to face him. "You're very beautiful. And I know I've only known you a total of….." He looked down at his watch. "13 minutes. But you seem very intelligent, you're a psychiatrist, that's gotta mean something. Any man would be lucky to have you."
"Thank you Philip." I said in a small voice. "I wish Frasier felt that way. He must've done at some point, but for the past couple of months we never seem to see each other. We're either at work, or he's at that stupid bar."
"Well what about the times when you are together?" He asked.
"All we do is bicker. Which can't be good for Frederick."
"Frederick?" He looked confused.
"He's our…. Dog." Philip looked even more confused. I couldn't tell him that Frasier and I had a son together. The only reason he was listening to me was because he thought he had a chance with me. Of course he didn't. But it felt good to talk to someone, so I didn't want to scare him away.
"Oh, well, how….?"
"Umm, the vet said that negative feelings at home could make him depressed."
"Oh?"
"Yes, he doesn't eat, he won't go out for walks, it's terrible." Phew. I think I got away with that one.
"Can I take your coat?"
"Please do." I answered, as he softly took my soaking wet coat, I realised that I looked like a drowned rat. "Oh, I must look terrible." I said, as I attempted to smooth back the wayward strands of hair from my bun.
"Nonsense, you look beautiful." He said, as he also helped me with my blazer. I couldn't help but notice how much he sounded like Frasier when he said that.
He pulled out my seat for me, and then proceeded to sit down himself.
"Would you mind if I straightened myself out a little?" I asked.
"Go ahead."
I undid my top 2 buttons, and took my hair down. As I ran my fingers through my hair Philip's eyes seemed to fixate on me, just like Frasier.
"So, what's the trouble with your husband?" He asked, as he shook out of his admiring gaze.
"Lots of things really." I answered as I traced the rim of my scotch glass with my finger.
"Well, I've got all the time in world." He said, with a comforting smile.
"I don't think that's long enough."
"Let me be the judge of that. Why don't you start with why you came here tonight?"
"Alright. We had a fight. Or more like I got angry with him."
"Why?"
"We were out at a bar we usually go to after work. And he made a snide comment about me…..His friends aren't that fond of me, they do that all the time."
"Then why do you go in there?"
"He's my husband. And I can handle his friends. Although it always annoys me that he never seems to defend me, and then tonight…"
"Seems to me he doesn't know what he's got."
"Yes. Well…." I said as I lowered my head in embarrassment.
"I mean it Lilith." He said, as he lifted my head to face him. "You're very beautiful. And I know I've only known you a total of….." He looked down at his watch. "13 minutes. But you seem very intelligent, you're a psychiatrist, that's gotta mean something. Any man would be lucky to have you."
"Thank you Philip." I said in a small voice. "I wish Frasier felt that way. He must've done at some point, but for the past couple of months we never seem to see each other. We're either at work, or he's at that stupid bar."
"Well what about the times when you are together?" He asked.
"All we do is bicker. Which can't be good for Frederick."
"Frederick?" He looked confused.
"He's our…. Dog." Philip looked even more confused. I couldn't tell him that Frasier and I had a son together. The only reason he was listening to me was because he thought he had a chance with me. Of course he didn't. But it felt good to talk to someone, so I didn't want to scare him away.
"Oh, well, how….?"
"Umm, the vet said that negative feelings at home could make him depressed."
"Oh?"
"Yes, he doesn't eat, he won't go out for walks, it's terrible." Phew. I think I got away with that one.