The warm, London breeze flipped her hair over shoulder and across her face. He watched as a smile spread across her face, still looking at the papers on the table. She brushed her fingers across her face, removing he stray strands of hair. She looked up and greeted his gaze. The sun was warm on their faces.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, shifting in his chair.

She sighed. "I'm thinking how different everything is. How far I've come. I'm an editor in London!" He laughed along with her.

"And now, I just put together my first issue, as an editor-in-chief!"

"It's perfect, Betty."

"Oh, Daniel, thank you! I can't wait to send a copy home." She carefully put her papers into her bag. "It's exciting. Were you this excited?"

"Yeah, I guess I was. Feels weird to be just an assistant now."

"You're lucky your boss is nice," Betty remarked. "When I was an assistant, my boss was a complete jerk."

Daniel cocked his head and smiled. "I know, I was a brat. I'm not anymore, though."

Betty smiled. "I know. I did a lot for you."

Daniel laughed and crossed his arms. "Yeah, you did. I have no idea why. If I didn't have you, I'd probably be on some pretty hard drugs in that crazy Phoenix community."

"Or dating a crazy chick who sets your apartment on fire."

"Or being seduced and blackmailed by sixteen year old models."

Betty shook her head. "Good thing you had me to knock some sense into you."

Daniel smiled. "Good thing."

"Shall we?"

They stood and Betty swung her bag over her shoulder. They walked side by side through London, enjoying the warm air before returning to work. Inside, Betty sat at her desk and pulled out the newest copy of the magazine. She slipped it carefully into a manilla envelope and sealed it.

"Can I get you anything?" Daniel asked, sanding in the doorway of he office.

"No, thanks, I'm good. Actually," she stood. "Can you just drop this in the post box for me? I have to get to a meeting with Jordan."

Daniel took the envelope from her. "Yeah, sure." He turned it over in his hands and smiled. "Justin's going to love this."

Betty smiled. "Yeah, he will," she said, leaving her office. She made her way past desks and down hallways, stopping outside of a glass door. She knocked three times. A voice welcomed her. She opened the door to find Jordan Dunn sitting at his desk. He stood, smiling, as she entered.

"Betty! I believe congratulations are in order! Your first issue is marvelous. Please, have a seat."

Betty thanked him and sat across from him.

"You're doing wonderful work, Betty. I'm so glad to have you here."

"Thank you, Mr. Dunn."

"Sales on your first issue are through the roof. It's one of our best issues yet. You're really making a good impression, Betty. I have high hopes for you and this magazine. You're the perfect person for the young people in London. It's one of their favorite magazines, and we have you to thank for it."

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, Mr. Dunn."

"Betty, you're too modest. You've come a long way in five years."

Betty smiled. "I certainly never thought I would ever be here in London as an editor-in-chief."

"See? You should be proud of yourself."

Betty's smile grew. "You know, I really am!"

"That's the spirit! Listen, I know you have lots to do for the next issue, so I won't keep you. I just wanted to extend proper congratulations. And, I have a meeting to get to myself."

"Of course, thank you, Mr. Dunn."

Betty let herself out and returned to her office. Daniel appeared in the doorway.

"Your first issue is on it's way to New York," he said. "How was your meeting?"

"It was fine. He just wanted to congratulate me on the issue."

"Don't forget you're meeting with everyone in a few minutes."

"Right, I'll be there in a few."

Daniel left Betty alone in her office. She sighed and spun around in her office chair. She scrolled through her email quickly, then gathered her things and made her way to the conference room. She put her things on the table and faced her audience, clearing her throat.

"Well, Mr. Dunn just informed me that our last issue is one of our best issues yet!"

People clapped and congratulated Betty. When they quiet, she continued.

"I just wanted to say that this couldn't have been done without your help and dedication. I want to thank you all for welcoming me as family and helping me put together this and future issues together. So, I guess now we should get started on the next issue. What do we have so far?"

A young, red headed woman stood, smiling. "Remember the girl that saved the little boy a couple weeks back? I was thinking we could feature her on the cover and do an article on her. I've been in contact with her and her family. She's a huge fan of the magazine, and I think it will look great for our readers."

"Janine, I'm so glad you brought that up! I had been wanting to put something in the next issue about her. Go with it. Can someone get a hold of our photographers for a shoot? Walter?"

"You've got it, Betty."

"Excellent. Anything for the What's Hot section?"

Two more people stood and excitedly explained their newest idea for the section. Betty smiled and gave them her approval and they hurried off to begin their next project. The meeting slowly came to a close and everyone had their nest assignments for the next issue. The conference room emptied except for Betty and Daniel. Betty organized her notes into her folder and stood.

"So, are we still on for tomorrow night?" he asked, leaning against the table. He fidgeted with his tie.

"Oh, right, tomorrow's Saturday!"

"You forgot about our date already?"

Betty smiled. "Of course not. This week just went by so fast. But, yes, we're still on."

Daniel straightened up and cleared his throat. "Good. Okay. Cool. So, I'll pick you up at seven then?"

Betty could feel her face heat up in anticipation of their first date. She walked past him and towards her office. "Yeah, seven's good," she said. Daniel followed a few steps behind. Betty dropped her folder on her desk and Daniel stood in the doorway.

"Seven it is, then."

Betty sat behind her desk and smiled. "Yeah."

A ringing phone broke the silence. Daniel jumped in surprised.

"Oh. I'll get it." He hurried out of the office to answer the phone.

Betty spun in her chair, her back to the door, and held her face in her hands. She could feel her cheeks return to their normal color. She felt giddy and excited. She couldn't believe they were going on a date. Her excitement turned to nervousness. They were co-workers. She was his boss. Was this going to be okay? Was there a rule for this? Maybe not. Daniel did it all the time at Mode.

Daniel always slept with his co-workers. She panicked. No, Daniel was different now. He wasn't the same guy she worked for five years ago. He changed a lot when he met Molly. What was there to be nervous about?

Daniel's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Betty? Hilda's on the line."

Betty spun around and picked up the phone.

"Betty!" Hilda's voice yelled into her ear.

"Hilda! How's the new house?"

"Oh my god, Betty, it's perfect! Two floors, three bedrooms-"

"Three bedrooms? Why do you need three?"

"Well, you know, just in case."

"Hilda are you pregnant?" Betty shrieked.

"No, Betty! No. Not yet."

"Hilda!"

"Nothing's set in stone right now. We just wanted the extra space, just in case."

"How does Justin like it?"

"He loves it! He's at a musical now with some new friends and Austin."

"Aw! I miss you guys. You need to come visit soon."

"Of course we will! How are things in London?"

"So great! My first issue was just published. I sent a copy down to you guys. It's in the mail now."

Hilda shrieked with excitement. "Just will be so excited to see it!"

"You girls do a lot of screaming," Bobby's voice came on the line.

"Bobby! Get off!"

"Hi, Bobby!"

"Hey, Chipmunk!"

"Bobby!" Hilda warned.

The phone clicked. Betty could hear him laughing in the background.

"So?" Hilda asked.

"So?"

"How's Daniel?"

"He's good."

"Betty!"

"What?"

"The man flew across the sea to be with you!"

"Hilda, stop."

"Don't try to pull this, Betty. You better put out!"

"Hilda!"

"Hey, I'm just saying. He's crazy for you, Betty."

"No he's not."

"Betty! You told me he asked you to dinner! Did you guys go yet?"

"We're going out tomorrow night."

"Oooh, Betty!"

"Hilda, stop it, I'm so nervous."

"Betty! You like him!"

"No!"

Hilda laughed. "Betty, stop acting like you're in high school! You've had lots of boy friends. Why is this any different?"

"I don't know, maybe because he was my boss, and now I'm his. Don't you think it's weird?"

"Not any weirder than him sleeping with his assistants."

"That's what I mean."

"Betty, he's not that guy anymore, you of all people should know that."

"I know. I do. I know. I don't know."

"You guys were together all the time for four years. You worked together, you were friends, you've been through so much. It's only natural for feelings to grow between you guys."

"You know, ever since you got married, you think you're so wise with relationships."

"Hey! I'm the married one! I am wise!"

Betty looked up and saw Daniel standing in the doorway, a flirty smile on his face. Betty turned away.

"Hilda, I gotta go."

"Is Daniel there? Hi Daniel!"

"Hilda!"

"Put out, Betty!"

"Goodbye, Hilda."

Betty hung up and turned back towards Daniel.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi."

"How's Hilda?"

Betty sighed. "She's Hilda."

Daniel chuckled. "Quittin' time," he said.

"Oh, wow, it is."

"Do you want a ride home?"

"No, no, don't worry about me, you go ahead. I gotta finish up something here."

"Want me to stay with you?"

"No, go home, I'll be fine. I won't be long."

"Alright, Betty. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. See you tomorrow."

She watched him gather his things and disappear around the corner. She scrolled through her email once more, replied to a few that awaited her reply, logged off, and threw her bag over her shoulder. She locked her office door and made her way through the now empty building. She took the elevator to the first floor and thanked the doorman on her way out. She stood on the curb, hailed a cab, and within moments, stepped out in front of her apartment.

In the lobby, she went through her mailbox, shoving the bills and junk mail under her armpit and made her way up the stairs, down the hallway, and around the corner to her apartment. She unlocked the door and pushed her way inside, closing the door and dropping her things at the table by the door. She shuffled through the mail as she walked into the kitchen. She tossed the junk in the trash and put the bills on the counter to be pain in the morning.

Her stomach growled and she glanced at the time. It was just a few minutes before seven. She fished through her fridge for the leftover pasta she made the night before and reheated it. She flicked on the tv and sat on the couch, the bowl of hot pasta in her hands. Her phone vibrated beside her. It was Daniel.

Make it home okay?

She smiled.

Yup. Just got in.

Good. Talk to you tomorrow. :)

:) Can't wait.