Disclaimer: I've got nothing to do with Ugly Betty or the characters. I truly wish I did though.
Chapter 4
Once they'd checked into the hotel and had their luggage delivered to their rooms, Daniel suggested they go get some food. Betty agreed and they went out in search of food. They'd only driven a few blocks when Daniel spotted an Italian place and had the driver drop them off. He'd purposefully sat closer to Betty in the limo and couldn't help but smell her shampoo again and again.
He helped her out of the limo and guided her across the street, almost giddy by the mere fact she'd let him place his hand on the lower of her back. The restaurant was fabulous. Softly glowing lights and light music gave the room a romantic feel. They were seated in a booth in the corner and were soon talking of their favorite places to eat in New York.
Daniel loved that he could be so relaxed around Betty. He didn't have to worry about making an impression or getting her to like him. They were friends, true friends. Only now he wanted to be more and it killed him. "What if she doesn't feel the same way?" he thought. "I've never really worried about a girl not liking me before, but Betty's different." He was quickly becoming focused on his thoughts and Betty began to notice.
"Is everything okay Daniel? You've been acting a little strange today." That jerked Daniel out of his thoughts and he quickly gave her a smile.
"I've just been thinking a lot about things, that's all." She pursed her lips and looked into his eyes for a moment, deciding whether he was telling the truth or not. He held his breath while she deliberated, not taking his eyes away from hers. Such beauty lay in those eyes. He began to relax as he stared into the blue depths. Without thinking he reached for her hand. A look of alarm passed over her face and brought Daniel back to his senses. He quickly withdrew his hand and looked down at his food. "You're a good friend Betty," he said as he twirled spaghetti onto his fork.
Betty smiled, "Thanks Daniel." Inside her heart was beating faster than it had ever done before. Had she just had a moment with Daniel Meade? He had tried to hold her hand. And there had been something in his eyes. What was it? Love? "No way," she thought to herself, "This is Daniel! He's got loads of beautiful women lined up just waiting for him! Why would he possibly love me?" She looked down at her food. "Daniel Meade in love with me," she laughed to herself, "What a thought."
A/N: DB next chapter! I think I said that the last chapter, but I've already got it written, so I'm sure this time! This author loves reviews!!!