Betty Suarez was positively sick with worry. Her boss Daniel Meade had called her fifteen minutes earlier insisting that she come over immediately! While she couldn't possibly imagine what could be wrong that he would call her so late she knew that it had to be serious. He hadn't asked her to come over this late since their first days working together when she'd been forced to coordinate the comings and goings of his various "female companions." As her taxi pulled in front of Daniel's building she quickly settled her debt with the driver, dashed past the doorman, who tipped his hat politely, and into the elevator up to Daniel's top-floor penthouse. Breathless, she knocked on his door.
"Come in," a voice called from within.
Upon entering Betty found Daniel sitting on a stylish black sofa--one of the few pieces of furniture that adorned his minimalist apartment. He rested his head in his hands. Worriedly, she rushed to his side. "Daniel, what's wrong? Are you okay? Are you sick? Are you drunk?" she asked spying the half-empty bottle of Dom Pérignon resting on the coffee table. For the first time since she had entered Daniel looked up at her.
"What? No, nothing like that. I just needed to talk to you."
At this Betty became furious. "What! You couldn't tell me whatever it is over the phone?"
Daniel looked down rather sheepishly at his bare feet. He could feel her exasperation with him.
"Look, it's two o'clock in the morning" she said gathering her coat and purse, "You had better tell me what's bothering you, right now, because I'd like to go back to bed.
It took Daniel a moment to find the words he was looking for. Finally he said, "I lied to you about why I haven't been sleeping." Betty's eyes grew wide with a mixture of interest and annoyance. "It's not my mom, or my dad, or my sister that's been keeping me awake," he continued, "It's you."
"What? I'm sorry Daniel, but I'm confused. How am I keeping you awake?"
"Well, for the last few weeks I've been having these dreams about you…about us?"
"Us?"
"Yeah…and we're…you know…"
That was the last straw! "You called me over here because you've been having sex dreams? Goodnight, Daniel," Betty said standing to leave.
Daniel grabbed Betty's hand. "Wait, he said, "it's more than that. It's not just sex, although that is a big part of it, it's other stuff too. Like…we're getting married…or having a baby."
Betty sat back down. "Daniel, what are you saying?"
"I think what I'm trying to say, and what these dreams have been trying to tell me, is that…I love you. I love you Betty.
The air was heavy with tension. Betty sat beside Daniel, mouth agape, trying to process what he had just said. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts and even then she had difficulty formulating the words. "Daniel, I…ugh…don't know what to say. This-"
But Daniel cut her off with a kiss. Pulling her to him he pressed his lips against hers searchingly; hoping that he would find the answer to his unspoken question somewhere in the depths of her mouth. When he finally released his grip Betty's face read like a book.
"It's fine," he said. "That told me everything I needed to know."
