Betty woke up feeling much better than she had the evening before. It's amazing what a good night sleep can do. Today was a brand new day and she, Betty Suarez, had a magazine to run. She was going to push all thoughts of Daniel out of her mind. She'd spent far too many hours in the past four years worrying about Daniel Meade; saving him from Wilhelmena's schemes, from stalking crazy girlfriends, from ambitious models and their conniving mothers; rescuing him from his own insecurities and self loathing and the clutches of a cult.

Besides, she had a full day ahead of her. She had to finish crunching some numbers so she could complete the rough draft of her budget for Lindsey. She had a meeting with a potential advertiser later this morning – she had to gather her thoughts together before it. And she had to lead a pitch meeting with her junior editors this afternoon.

She grabbed a coffee at the local coffee shop on the same street as her apartment.

"Hi Naveen. I'll have a latte with low fat milk and one sugar."

"Sure Betty. How's that magazine of yours coming?" Naveen asked politely.

"It's going great! Lots of work but it'll totally be worth it." Betty responded. She was in a total upswing this morning. "Thanks." she said as Naveen handed her the coffee.

The tube ride to work was crowded as usual but as she settled behind her desk she reflected on how she preferred it to the overcrowded often stressful ride on the subway in New York.

Betty's first task was to finalize a presentation she'd been working on. She had done a ton of research in the past week on the sales demographics of the potential advertisers she would be meeting with today – the exact demographics as the target audience of the new magazine. It should be a relatively easy sell as long as she could convince them of the professionalism of the magazine – her presentation had to look polished.

As she took one last look at her presentation, she thought of how far she'd come in the past four years. Today's presentation was so professional, nothing like the thing she and Daniel had thrown together at the last minute to present to Fabia Cosmetics so Daniel didn't loose his job. Daniel – the regret started resurfacing. She scolded herself for letting him interrupt her thoughts again. There is no time for that, Suarez. She grabbed her coat, packed up her laptop and headed out the door.

"Susan…I've got a meeting. I'll be back around 11:30." She instructed the receptionist.

Betty's meeting went extremely well. The advertisers had agreed to purchase spreads in the first six issues with potential to increase to twelve if they saw sales increases. She was in an exceptionally good mood.

She got back to the office and did some number crunching on her budget for an hour. Number crunching is not exactly my forte. She thought to herself as she deleted the bottom number for the third time. Speaking of "crunching"…she realized she was getting hungry. Betty wandered around the office to see if anyone looked like they might be ready to grab something to eat. No luck…everyone was engrossed in what they were doing. As much as she hated going to eat by herself she decided she was too hungry to wait around. There would be other days to get know her coworkers a little better.

A couple of weeks ago she'd discovered a small Thai place on the other side of Trafalgar Square that served the best pad Thai. She grabbed her bag and headed out.

After picking up some pad Thai, she headed over to a park bench and pulled out her phone. Christina, who was now an up and coming new British designer, worked on the other side of London. Although it was a little far to meet for lunch, they could catch up by phone while they each took a break.

"Hello Christina?"

"Hey Betty." Christina replied. "How's the new Editor-in-Chief doing?"

"Fabulous!" Betty answered enthusiastically. "I just closed an awesome deal with some advertisers this morning."

"Well, now, isn't it just like you, to sweep into the country and charm the money out of some poor sap's pockets?" Christina teased.

"Yep. And I've hooked them for half a year…potentially the full year."

"Good for you, Betty!"

"What's up with you Christina?"

"Oh, you know, just gadding about, stitching this and that. It seems Kate Beckensale is quite taken by the fashions of a new designer by the name of Christina McKinney . She's commissioned me to make her a dress for the red carpet premier of her new movie!" The last part of Christina's statement rose by a couple decibels.

Betty screamed into her phone and the people around her turned to look. Slightly quieter she added "Shut up! I love her. She was sooo great in the movie "On Evil Wings". "

"Speaking of evil…" Christina changed the topic. "Word around here is that the spawn of Satan herself has taken over Mode."

"Yeah. It's weird. I can't believe Daniel stepped down."

"So you don't know what's going on with him?" Christina asked.

"No. Daniel and I haven't really spoken in quite a while." Betty said.

"You and the boy wonder lost touch, eh? Did the cell lines jam when hell froze over?"

"Funny." Betty then proceeded to fill Christina in on all the details of how Daniel had found out about her job in London and how he wouldn't say good-bye.

"So that's it then? You're never going to speak to each other again?"

"I don't know. Could we talk about something else please?" This topic was starting to bring Betty down from what had been a previously good mood. "What kind of design did you have in mind for Kate Beckensale's new dress?"

So they changed the topic of conversation back to something more upbeat. While they were chatting Betty finished her lunch and started walking back across the square toward the office. She was so engrossed in her conversation that she didn't even notice someone standing in her path. Before she knew it she'd walked right into him.

"Oh…sorry!" she took a few steps back to regain her balance. "Daniel!" She was shocked to see him. "What are you doing here? Oh…just a minute…Hello…" She turned her focus back to the call for a minute. "I'll have to call you back."

"Hi Betty." Daniel seemed a little apprehensive. "How are you?"

"I'm good…really good. What are you doing here?" She asked again. It was like she couldn't make sense of Daniel in London – as if the pieces didn't fit.

"I quit Mode. I wanted to tell you personally. You know…because of everything we went through together with Wilhelmena…and everything." The conversation seemed a little awkward. "Do you have a minute?"

"Uh…sure…I guess. I mean I have to get back to the office soon but sure." She smiled slightly.

They took a seat on the steps and Daniel explained how he handed the reigns completely over to Wilhelmena; how he'd decided he needed something new; and how his mother was happy with his decision.

"I know." She said. And then she clarified "Well not about your mother or that you wanted something different. But I knew you quit Mode."

"You knew? How?"

"I'm across the ocean Daniel, not under a rock." She smirked. "I haven't lost touch with everyone you know." She sensed he caught her meaning by his pained expression. She changed her tone to a slightly less acidic one and continued. "So…was that hard for you?"

"Not really. Well… it's just… I realized I've had everything handed to me. I've never really gotten anything on my own like… like you." She couldn't believe it. He quit because he wanted to prove himself - to earn something of his own merit. She was so proud of him. Yet, she didn't feel she could say it. There was something hanging in the air between them making the conversation awkward - A month of silence and growing resentment perhaps. Whatever it was Betty couldn't help but notice that the conversation seemed much more like that of acquaintances than two old friends.

"Well I know there's a lot you can do Daniel." She said sincerely.

"Thank you." Daniel paused for a moment. "And I also realized I didn't say good-bye. Which is… uh…really not cool." He paused again. "So… good-bye. And good-luck." Betty smiled. "And have a safe flight." His joke broke a little of the tension.

"Thank You. I'll call you when I get there." She added to his joke laughing a little. It was so strange for him to be here. Did he come all this way just to tell her he had quit? It was really great to see him but seeing him made her realize how much she'd missed him over the past month. All of a sudden she knew she wanted him to stay around for a little while.

She needed to know when he was going back. "So… that's it? You're headed back to New York?"

"No. I think I'm gonna… stay around here for a while. See what I can find. Maybe… take you to dinner. Tonight… if you're free."

Betty felt a wave of relief. He was going to stay in London for a while, and he wanted to go out for dinner tonight. Everything was going to be alright between them. It seemed a little awkward right now but maybe they just needed to talk some things through. And with him staying around for a while they would be able to – they could even start tonight.

"I would love that." She replied giving Daniel a big grin. He smiled back and then he gave her a look that was unfamiliar – she couldn't quite read it.

Just then the clock chimed and Betty realized she needed to get back to her pitch meeting.

"Well I'd better get back to work." Betty jumped up. "I'm really glad you're here." She said sincerely, wrapping her arms around him.

"I'll call you later." He responded.

"Great." She replied pertly. She started down the stairs, stopped and turned around briefly. "You know… if you're looking for something to do I amlooking for a new assistant." She teased.

"Well maybe I'll submit my resume." Daniel retorted and they both chuckled at the thought of the role reversal.

Betty seemed to float down the stairs. Everything was surreal. Daniel was in London. Weird. Did she really just see him? She physically had to turn around and check. He was still standing there. Yep, he's here alright. What is he doing here? He had said he wanted to tell her in person that he had quit Mode. And now he wanted to start over - find his own way. Whatever the reason he was here, obviously she meant enough to him for him to come and try to fix the distance that had been growing between them and that was enough for Betty.

She was almost to her office when she remembered how rudely she'd hung up on Christina. She got out her phone.

"Christina?"

"Right then - what happened? You pushed me off the phone so fast I thought Jude Law had gotten up in your craw or something."

"Christina!" Betty laughed. Then she added "It was Daniel."

"What was Daniel?" Christina was confused.

"The person I ran into was Daniel."

"Daniel Meade? He's here in London? Well…what's he doing here?"

"I'm not sure. Well…I mean he said he wanted to find his own way…you know? He also said he wanted to tell me that he had quit in person. I think he wants to make amends though."

"What makes you say that? Did he apologize for not saying good-bye?"

"No…well not exactly. But he did ask me to dinner tonight." Betty was feeling a little anxious about it.

"Right. Well…you'll find out more tonight then."

"Yeah. I guess so. I gotta get back to work. I'll talk to you later." Betty hung up her phone and walked into her office completely unsure what the rest of the day had in store.