Hello! This is my first fan fiction I'm submitting for everyone here, who have already written such wonderful stories! This one is from the "Wicked" episode. I've always wondered what Gio was doing after Betty enthusiastically suggested what he should name his shop, and how he reacted when Daniel approached him as Betty's boyfriend! So here's my take on it! I hope you enjoy it!

This Fanfic is dedicated to Beatrice, who "Lit a fire under me" as Gio would say…

On a roll. Hero Worship. A cartoon sandwich that flexes his muscles. Those really weren't bad ideas. Damn it! Where the hell was she two weeks ago when I was up all night trying to think of some thing creative?

It had been at least a couple of hours since Gio had seen Betty for the first time after he had dropped her back off at Mode a few weeks earlier. She had seemed irritated at someone (he assumed it was him), so he figured he'd lighten the mood by thanking her for getting him fired and for the side job of delivering her boss' motorized baby seat. That seemed to set her off even more, however, as she thanked him for the ride and for being "Humiliatingly obnoxious." Whatever that meant. He found her highly amusing when she was annoyed, but so many things have happened in the past month that he honestly hadn't thought much about her until he decided to pass out his fliers around Mode.

And yet, here he was, leaning against someone's cubicle, replaying that adorable arm flex Betty gave him over and over again in his head. She's still a little judgmental though. It's not like I'm the only guy on the planet who hangs out at strip clubs.

His daydreaming was interrupted when he heard someone on the other side of the cubicle wall start to whine about his fliers. "They're all over the place!" she exclaimed. "It's like I'm working in 1970's Technicolor nightmare!"

"I'm sorry for troubling you, Miss Mode-bot number 164" Gio replied, with fake concern. "If you're willing to pay for me to have any sort of televised commercial advertising, I'd be more than happy to take all these down. In the meantime.."- he handed her a flier with a smile - "I open in about week. Come on down and I'll make you anything you want."

Her only predictable response was to look at his flier like he tried to hand her a smashed spider and stomp off in a snotty huff. Typical Mode girl, he thought. Unlike Betty. I was wrong about her. And her arm flex slowly started to make it's way back into his mind.

Damn it, Gio! Was it really that cute? Pull Yourself together! You got work to do!

"Excuse me!" A voice called after him. Gio turned to see a tall red head holding one of his fliers. This woman was more than just a red head though. She had a super tight red dress on, fiery red lipstick and red high heels that made her tower over him. And the finishing touch on this red giant was her obviously unnatural tan. People really find this attractive? Gio asked himself. "What?" Gio asked, unable to hide his obvious irritation.

Red Giant seemed unconcerned with his attitude. "Do you sell burgers at your shop?" she asked.

"No, because it's a sandwich shop," Gio stated with annoyance, and then with incredulity, "You eat burgers?"

"I eat Veggie burgers!!" the red head stated, with what Gio detected as a slight hint of secrecy. "You should totally sell those!"

Gio was impressed, and was surprised to find himself feeling a bit sorry for the girl. She's standing before him looking like a cherry pixie stick, having to hide the fact she eats fake burgers. He pitied her…at least he did until she started talking to him as if he were a mentally handicapped child. "It's considered a sandwich, you know. It's something between two slices of bread."

"Would you even eat it if it were in between two slices of bread?"

The woman looked disgusted. "No!" she exclaimed.

Gio rolled his eyes. He was starting to think he made a mistake trying to get people at Mode to come to his shop. None of these skeletal fashion bimbos were eaters. "Look," he said. "My shop opens in a week. Come down and I'll make you a lettuce sandwich in between two pieces of…I don't know, more lettuce, I guess. And I'll sell it to you for only six bucks. How's that sound?"

"That's so sweet of you!" the woman squealed. Gio sighed. Hundreds of people working at Mode and only one is an eater. Just two if you count me. Me, Betty, and that sweet little flexed…

I'm doing it again, damn it! he thought. Betty is annoying. She's basically a doormat for all these fashion zombies. She's really not even all that cute. Okay, she is a little cute. Especially when she's flexing her arm. Or angry. Or pointing at me. Wait a minute, she's pointing at me…

All Gio had done was turn around, and there Betty was, across the room, talking to her boss and pointing at him. And the only thing he could think of to do was to instantly flex his arm at her. He regretted it for at least a few seconds, as Betty at first made a weird face, as if she were confused. But then she flexed her arm and smiled back at him. She was adorable all over again. Gio thought about going over and teasing her about her cute and tiny muscle, but seeing as she was talking to the head Mode guy, he figured he'd find something to bug her about later.

It wasn't until after he had walked away that he started worrying about why Betty was pointing at him. She wasn't getting him fired again, was she?

Fired? I don't work here anymore.

Gio then remembered Betty was smiling she pointed at him. And of course, he started thinking about that adorable flexed arm. Hopefully, she's telling her boss about my shop, he thought, as he headed down to his van to gather the last remaining fliers he would pass out.

And hopefully she remembered my shop is called Gio's Sandwiches, and NOT Hero Worship, however good the title is.

TBC