The morning sunshine streamed in through the frilly bedroom curtains, basking Betty in a warm glow as she began to stir from a deep sleep. For a few groggy moments she was blissfully unaware of what had happened the night before, instead her thoughts were occupied by the blinding sunlight and the painful crick in her neck. But as she opened her eyes and caught a stray, blurry glimpse of her purse on the night stand, with Christina's beauty book and her note cards spilling out, it all came flooding back to her.

She suddenly remembered everything—from taking Daniel home from the bar in his drunken state, to him kissing her and confessing his feelings, to her running away. The confusion she had felt last night as she dashed down the stairs of his apartment and hailed a cab had only intensified, leaving unanswered questions swirling in her mind. Was Daniel telling the truth—did he really have feelings for her? Or was it just a huge, drunken mistake? How would this affect her job—Daniel was still ultimately her boss—and more importantly, their friendship?

And the most important question of all, the one Betty had tried the hardest not to think about—how did she feel in return?

Betty groaned and pulled the comforter over her eyes, wanting desperately to block the whole world and all of its problems out. She hated being put in these tricky situations, and wished more than anything for a giant rewind button to take her back to a simpler time—a time when she didn't have to deal with a boss who might be in love with her.

"Betty?" Suddenly she heard Hilda's voice coming from the direction of the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? I called you down for breakfast and nothing." Betty felt her sit down on the bed next to her and poke her on the shoulder. "Papi made French toast with berries and whipped cream so, come on before it's gone."

"I'm not hungry."

Hilda was quiet for a moment before she pulled the comforter back from Betty's face. Betty groaned as the sunlight hit her and Hilda looked concerned. "Okay, something is definitely wrong when Betty Suarez turns down Papi's French toast." Hilda paused, taking a good look at her. "You look terrible." Her worried look quickly turned into a smirk. "Wait a minute; you went out with Christina last night, didn't you? Are you hung over?" She whispered.

"No." Betty grumbled, snatching back the blanket and throwing it back over her head. "Even if I told you I don't think you'd believe me."

"Try me."

Betty debated whether or not she should tell Hilda the whole story, and how exactly she would go about. She had a feeling Hilda wouldn't believe her, after all Betty wasn't the type of girl who had rich, handsome, glamorous men declaring their love for her everyday—if Betty could barely believe it, why would Hilda? But after a few moments she decided just to blurt it all out, hoping that having someone to talk to about it might make her feel better. "So last night I went out with Christina," Betty began, pulling back the covers slowly and sitting upright. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair and reached for her glasses on the nightstand. "And I ran into Daniel out at the bar."

"Uh huh." Hilda nodded eagerly, scooting closer.

"And he was drunk…"

"Yeah."

"So I helped him home…"

"Okay."

"And when we got to his door…he kissed me."

The look on Hilda's face went from –about to hear a juicy secret— to complete and utter shock. "Wow."

"See, see!" Betty waggled a finger in Hilda's direction. "I knew you wouldn't believe me!"

"No," Hilda reached out to brush her hand aside. "I believe you—I do. I just wasn't expecting to hear that is all." A slow smile began to form and her eyes lit up; she leaned forward, yearning to hear more. "So where did he kiss you? The cheek? The lips?"

"On the lips. And there was…..there was…."

"Oh my God, there was tongue?!?" Hilda squealed and Betty felt herself burn with embarrassment.

"Sssh! Keep it down!" Betty swatted her arm. "There's more." She whispered, feeling a lump rise in her throat.

Hilda's jaw went slack and she lurched forward, grabbing onto Betty's arm tightly. "You two didn't? Did you?"

Betty felt all the tension that had built up in her release with one good laugh, and she emphatically shook her head no. "No, we didn't do that."

"So, what then?" Hilda prodded; she let go of Betty's arm but was still on the edge of her seat.

"He told me he was in love with me."

"I can't believe it!"

Betty rolled her eyes. "See, I told you that you wouldn't…"

"No," Hilda shook her head. "I believe you—promise." The smile on her face was enormous. "So what did you do then, after he told you?"

"What do you think I did? I got the heck outta there."

"What?" Hilda's smile faded and she looked confused. "You ran away? Why?"

"Because, he's my boss, and he was drunk, and he didn't know what he was doing…" Betty rattled off a list of reasons, counting them on her fingers. "And I was completely dumbstruck. I had no idea what to do—so I ran."

Hilda looked disappointed. "Poor Daniel.."

"Poor Daniel?"

"Yeah. I mean the guy puts his heart on the line and you shoot him down like that?" Hilda grimaced. "That's harsh."

"Well what about me? Being put in such an awkward position?" Betty argued, crossing her arms in a huff. The accusation that she had somehow crushed Daniel's feelings made her feel ultra defensive and guilty all in the same breath. "And wait," Betty paused. "Did you just say he put his heart on the line?"

"Yeah."

"No…no…" Betty shook her head, unable to admit that Daniel's feelings were real, not just the product of too much to drink. "He was drunk, plain and simple. There were no feelings involved. He just drank too much and got overemotional because…because…." Betty flashed back to the moment outside Daniel's door.

"Betty, I—I am in love with you." Daniel said; for the fist time that night his voice had lost its slur and his eyes were clear and earnest.

"Daniel, you're drunk." Betty warned, taking a step back.

"Betty, I am in love with you, that's why I was so miserable when you left." Daniel took a step forward, reaching for her. He grabbed her hand, holding it lightly. "I thought I was just missing a friend—I didn't realize until tonight that I was missing so much more."

And despite her denial, as she thought back, in that moment his declaration had seemed so real. "Because he had a hard week, that's all."

"There's a reason why they call that stuff liquid courage. Trust me." Hilda nodded knowingly, looking as if she was speaking from experience. "It released him of his inhibitions, leaving him finally able to tell you how he really feels."

"Finally?"

"Come on Betty." Hilda laughed. "You had to have noticed the way he looks at you?"

"And that would be how?"

"Ya know." Hilda leaned forward and batted her eyelashes. "All moony eyed."

"Shut up." Betty laughed. "He does not! He looks at me the way he looks at every other employee."

"I mean if I had someone," Hilda sighed, staring dreamily off into the distance. "Who looked at me the way he looks at you—boss or not—let's just say I wouldn't mind him sexually harassing me."

"Daniel didn't sexually harass me." Betty said, annoyed. "He was just drunk. That's all." She sighed; by now the denial was starting to wear thin, and finding reason after reason to blow it off was tiring. The truth had been staring her in the face; she was just too scared to admit it, because admitting it meant she would have to deal with it.

"And how to you feel about him?" Hilda asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Daniel. Do you have feelings for him too?"

It was the one topic she had wanted avoid the most, and having Hilda say the words out loud terrified her. She had tried not to think about it, because if she did, and she realized she did have feelings, it would make things that much more complicated. "I haven't thought about it." She answered truthfully.

"Well, you need to. Because you can deny his feelings all you want, but you have to be completely honest with yourself about your feelings. If you aren't then you could end up missing out on something really amazing."

"To be completely honest," Betty sighed, knowing Hilda had a point. "I never thought about me and Daniel in that way before. I mean, why would I? Number one, he's my boss. Number two, we're from totally different worlds—"

"Oh, how West Side Story." Hilda snickered.

Betty rolled her eyes. "He eats caviar and drinks champagne. I eat empanadas and drink two dollar draft beer. He dates gorgeous models and actresses and I'm…." She paused to gesture at herself.

"You're what?"

"I'm this!" She tugged at the straggly ends of her hair. "I'm not exactly the type Daniel goes for, am I? So why would I even consider for one minute he would have real feelings for me. Even you said I look sloppy and unprofessional!"

"Betty Suarez," Hilda said; she cocked her head to the side as if she was about to lay down the law. "You are a beautiful person, inside and out—not like those superficial Mode types." Betty smiled but did not look convinced, so Hilda continued. "They're so many things besides physical beauty that makes someone fall in love. Like a great personality, sense of humor, a beautiful soul—all of which you possess." Hilda added, looking quite smug. "I mean looking hot may get some guy to talk to you, but honey, if you ain't got nuthin' else going for you then forget about it!" Hilda shook her head animatedly as she made her point. "But you—you're smart, kind, funny, generous, you have a great job and may I add have a wonderful sister," Betty snorted and Hilda ignored her. "You Betty have it going on! No wonder why Daniel loves you!"

"Thanks." Betty said softly; she now felt shamed at Hilda's words, embarrassed that she had been so insecure. She knew Hilda was right, physical beauty wasn't the only requirement to fall in love—but it was the last shred of denial she had been clinging too, and now that it had been taken out of the equation, it was official. Betty had to finally deal with it—deal with the fact that Daniel was really in love with her, and everything that went along with it, as complicated it might be.

"And as for…ya know….what I said," Hilda frowned and looked truly sorry. "I never meant to insult you, or make you feel bad about yourself." She leaned forward, taking Betty's hand. "I was just excited about your promotion and wanted you to do well, so of course I opened up my mouth and inserted my foot."

Betty laughed. "It's alright."

Hilda smiled, relieved. "Betty, if you could just see what everyone else sees when Daniel looks at you, then there would be no question that he truly is in love with you."

"I guess you have a point" Betty nodded. "Maybe I'm …I'm…"

"In denial?"

Betty laughed; Hilda had her pegged, but she wouldn't admit it. "I would say…confused."

"But ya know, there is one more very important question we still need to talk about." Hilda looked extremely serious. "It fact, it may be the most important question of them all."

Suddenly Betty was nervous again; she was sure she had thought of all the possible complications.

"Was Daniel a good kisser?"

"Hilda!" Betty laughed, whapping her with her pillow. Hilda grabbed it from her hand and threw it back at her before bouncing up off the bed.

"Alright, Betty. Hurry up and come down for breakfast before the French toast is gone." Hilda turned and headed for the door. "Or, if they're gone I can always make you some pancakes!" Hilda called over her shoulder earnestly.

"I'll be right down!" Betty yelped, throwing back the sheets hastily, and flew out of her room.