Frasier was relieved when his show had finally ended for the day. He could go home. He sighed heavily as he began exiting the building. This whole day had been a little too freaky for his liking. He looked across the street and spotted a small coffee shop - Café Tensa. Frasier simply rolled his eyes, but decided he wanted something to drink.

He looked both ways and, once it was clear, he darted across the street. The warmth overwhelmed him as he walked up to the counter. There were still a few people in front of him, so he had time to decide what exactly he wanted to drink.

He smiled at the young couple in front of him. The male was a bit younger than Frasier, and he was very thin. His arm was wrapped around his girlfriend/wife's shoulders. There was a small baby car seat around the woman's left arm.

The infant in the seat dropped something, a small blanket, and Frasier bent down to pick it up. "Here," he said gently as he handed it to the male.

"Thank you," the man said kindly as he placed the blanket back on top of the baby. He then looked back at Frasier and extended his right hand in greeting. "Miles Heron," he introduced. "This is my wife Velma and our three-month-old Lynn."

Frasier smiled as he shook Miles' hand. "Frasier Crane, nice to meet you," he said sincerely. The three of them stepped up to the counter to order. Frasier glanced around at the crowded café. "Would it be a burden if I sat with you?" he asked a moment later.

"Absolutely not," Velma answered immediately. She then turned back around at Frasier. "Wait, are you Dr. Frasier Crane? The one from the radio?" she asked.

"Guilty," Frasier admitted. "Decaf latte," he told the waiter behind the counter. Moments later, he had his drink.

Velma smiled. "I just heard your show," she said as she began walking over to an empty table. "You know, my husband is a psychiatrist, too," she said as she placed the baby seat down on the chair next to hers.

"No, I'm a real psychiatrist," Miles corrected as he sat down on the other side of the baby after wiping off his seat with a small cloth from his suit pocket. "No offense, but I hate how radio shrinks destroy our good reputation," he said as he began blowing on his coffee.

Frasier rolled his eyes again. "You sound like my brother," he pointed out. "Also a psychiatrist," he added. He sighed, not really wanting to think about his family back in Seattle. Thinking of them would only make him miss them more, and he did not want to do that in front of what might possibly be his first new friends in San Francisco. "So, how did you two meet?" he asked in attempt to change the topic.

"Actually, Velma was my father's physical therapist," Miles answered. "I adored her for years before working up the nerve to tell her how I felt about her."

Frasier nearly spit his drink out of the table. Small droplets rolled down his chin, and he wiped them off quickly with a napkin. "Spooky," he said.

"What, did you meet your wife in the same manner?" Miles asked curiously.

Frasier shook his head as he placed the napkin down on the table. "No, not exactly. My first wife was a children's performer, but that only lasted a few months. My second wife was another psychiatrist, and we actually realized our attraction during a psychology talk show one day." He blushed slightly. "It was not the best place, but it happened. It doesn't matter now. We divorced years ago, and I haven't been married since." He sighed heavily again before taking another sip of his drink to clear his head.

"That still doesn't explain the spooky," Miles pointed out. He blew on his coffee again before giving Frasier a confused look.

Frasier sighed. "I don't know if I'm really ready to explain that yet. I just moved here, and I came to start fresh. Until I'm positive it was the right choice, I don't really want to talk about myself or my family."

Velma smiled sweetly at him. "That's perfectly understandable," she assured Frasier. She glanced down at her watch. "Oh, we better get going if we want to meet your father and Conee for dinner," she pointed out. She turned to Frasier. "His father just remarried a few weeks ago. It's the sweetest thing."