A/N: This is a collection of shorts about Betty and the people in her life realizing that Gio is in fact the better man for her. This fic is probably not for those who love Henry. And I feel that I must warn that, in my opinion, it's a bit OOC or AU, which ever you'd prefer to call it.

Betty sat at her desk, staring at the computer screen. She was suppose to be sending out emails for Daniel, but she found her mind wondering. And instead of wondering to the thought of her boyfriend, Henry, she found herself thinking of Gio.

How was it that a guy that made sandwiches for living had her so fascinated and excited?

She had no idea, but so it was.

All she knew was that since Gio showed up, Henry seemed pale and boring in comparison. Gio was fun. He excited her, pushed her, and brought out all these passionate longings in Betty that Henry was incapable of doing.

And it wasn't just physical appearance. Though Gio was certainly better looking. His dark, long hair with that one stray strand that hung tantalizingly over his forehead, his tight shirts that showed off a great body that he often wore a sexy black jacket over, his teasing dark eyes, and his captivating smile made Henry look like, well, a boring accountant. But it really wasn't just that.

No, it was more about the way Gio made her feel: alive and like she could do anything. Plus she had the feeling that Gio would never do anything to hurt her; that he'd always be there for her. He'd never get a girl pregnant and then have to move off to Tucson to raise the baby.

It was almost noon. Betty sighed. Soon she'd have to go down to accounting and eat with Henry and pretend that she wanted to be there with him. Pretend that she wasn't wishing it was Gio that sat next to her, talking and laughing with her. Pretend that the whole time they were eating she wasn't thinking about when she'd see Gio next. And when Henry would give her a chaste, dry kiss at the end of their lunch, Betty would have to pretend that she wasn't picturing Gio's warm, soft lips on hers.