40-Tulips
Frasier was nervous as he sat in his chair, waiting for his show to begin. It was spring, his favorite time of year.
"Forty-five seconds, Frasier." Roz called from the booth.
Frasier stared at her, wondering why he'd never really noticed her before. She was beautiful. His heart raced. "Roz, do you like tulips?" He blurted out.
She looked at him, confused. "Yeah, I guess so, why?"
"Would you accompany me to the Tulip Festival?"
The headphones dropped from her hands. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
Frasier smiled; his heart beating faster. "I guess I am."