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The drive was long. Long and silent. However not even this slightly uncomfortable mood could make Daniel stop looking at Betty. He just peel his eyes off her. It was getting late. And the florescent light of the highway traffic reflected off Betty's skin like silk. Her eyes were closed. He knew she wasn't sleeping. It wasn't a Betty thing to do.
The Betty thing to do would be to sit up until Daniel fell asleep or until her eyes started to bleed. It made him smile to think of the extra miles his quirky assistant would walk to get him his morning bagel or make sure he was totally happy.
And then I hit him. It hit him like a ton of bricks. 'maybe he had feelings for Betty. Feeling way deeper than just friend ship. Maybe he was in love with his assistant.'
His chest felt tight. He didn't know what to make of this new found information his stupid subconscious decided to throw at him. He needed air.
He quietly moved the window down next to him trying not to disturb the peaceful figure next to him.
He wasn't trying to be stupid. Honestly. His brain just didn't register the fact that a cold breeze could probably wake you up especially when you weren't really sleeping.
Betty got up and smiled at him. A soft smile she reserved only for him. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest. Her glasses were kind of crocked from her sleep. He felt like reaching out and fixing it for her but decided against it.
Betty thought it a good idea to strike some conversation.
She was quietly waiting for Daniel to fall asleep. But it seemed he was set against it. So she got up. He was so handsome. He was sweet kind and with her help just a tad more caring, but he was her boss and it hurt her that they could never be. She sounded like something off a cheesy soap opera and she knew it. But it was well. A soap opera situation.
Betty had been in love with Daniel for the longest of times. She just wouldn't accept it. She tried her best to ignore his sexy smile or the way his eyes shinned at her when she came in for work or when they'd accomplished something together.
She especially liked how delectable he look when he hadn't shaved for a while. And how she got butterflies when she hugged him. But she was Betty and he was Daniel. And the fact of the matter was. They couldn't, didn't or wouldn't go together.
"Daniel?" she turned her face toward him.
"yes." his eyes were searching her face for something. She didn't know what.
"thanks for inviting me on this trip. No matter how obscure the reasoning behind it is." she smiled at him.
"it was my pleasure Betty. that's what friends are for." he playfully nudged her.
"yea friends." the word stung. It stung both of them.
