Chapter Three
Frasier was relieved when he finally made it to his apartment. Luckily the doorman at his building did not remind him too much of the doorman at his old building. Frasier sighed as he walked over to the elevators. He stepped inside and was about to hit his floor when he heard someone calling for him to hold it. He shrugged and hit the 'Door open' button.
The woman frantically rushed into the elevator. "Thank you," she said as she closed the door. "What floor?" she asked curiously.
"Nineteen," Frasier responded without thinking.
The woman eyed him oddly. "Sir, this is a ten story building," she informed him gently. "Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Oh, right," Frasier said with slight embarrassment. "Um, nine. I meant nine."
"Me too," the woman exclaimed. "My name's--"
"Don't," Frasier interrupted. "I'm sorry. You seem like a very nice woman, but if you only knew the day I've been having. It's time to put it out of its misery."
The woman nodded sympathetically. "I understand. Well, if you do want to meet me, I'm in apartment 905," she informed Frasier. The elevator stopped on the ninth floor to let the two of them out. "See you around."
Frasier nodded and walked down the hall to his own apartment room, 901. As he approached the door, he noticed a small package outside. "Odd," he said aloud as he picked it up and walked inside the small yet elegantly decorated apartment. He smiled as he saw the return address. Roz. His Roz. Finally he had something to brighten his day.
Like a child on Christmas, Frasier eagerly ripped the package open. He tore through the packing peanuts until he found the contents of the package. He chuckled slightly. He could not help it. Inside the box was a stuffed cockatoo with an abnormally large beak. Around its neck was a handwritten note from Roz.
Hey, Fras. Good luck on your first week at the new job. Remember if you can't find a good producer, a cockatoo with a large beak can do what I do. Call me when you get a chance. I miss you.
Roz
"I think I will," Frasier told himself as he placed the stuffed bird down on his coffee table. He then walked over to his phone and dialed Roz's number. She answered after the third ring. "Hey, Roz, it's Frasier," he greeted her.
Roz smiled from the other end. "Hey there," she said as she sat back on her couch. "Can I assume that you got my package?"
"Yes, very funny," Frasier commented. He sighed tragically. He missed her. He missed her a lot. "Oh, Roz, if you only knew the day I had. It was so weird. Like for instance, my new producer…"