They had arranged to meet up at a restaurant not far from Betty's work. Daniel had wanted to pick her up but Betty had insisted that it didn't make any sense as his hotel was only a short walk from the restaurant. She took the tube home to change then caught a cab back to meet up with Daniel.

When the maitre d' escorted her to the table, Daniel was already there. It was so good to see him - she couldn't help but smile. Daniel stood up and she gave him another quick hug before she sat down.

They settled into small talk about Betty's family and Daniel's flight. And though the conversation wasn't nearly as awkward as it had been earlier in the day, there was still something unspoken hanging in the air.

"That was odd how I just ran into you today...huh…I mean, what are the odds?" Betty commented after taking a bite of her chicken.

"It wasn't completely an accident." Daniel admitted. "I'd called your office and they said you'd gone out for lunch. I knew you worked nearby and so I thought - even though it was a long shot - I'd try to find you."

"You were looking for me?" Betty seemed surprised.

"Of course I was. That's one of the main reasons I'm here."

"Oh." Betty was trying to process it. "To tell me you quit Mode…or to tell me you were starting over?"

"Both. They're kind of a package deal. And…" he paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "to make up for being such an idiot before you left New York."

"Oh yeah…that." Betty looked down at her plate and pushed her food around.

"Betty…I'm really sorry I was such a jerk. I should never have shut you out like I did."

"Yeah…well…I didn't handle the situation very well myself. I should have been the one to tell you I'd taken the job."

"So can we get past this then?" Daniel seemed eager to try.

"Yeah. But…just one more thing…" Betty needed to know "why didn't you try to call, or email, or text me? I mean it's been over a month."

"I don't know. At times I would tell myself you were probably so angry you wouldn't want to hear from me. Then at other times I would convince myself you probably didn't really care…I mean…you'd moved on to a new job, why did you need to hear from your old boss?

Betty looked up at him with a puzzled look in her eyes. She was taken aback that he wouldn't know this. "Daniel, you were never just my boss."

He smiled at her. Then he got that look on his face again. It unnerved her – made the hairs on the back of her neck tingle. She hated that she couldn't figure out what it meant.

The rest of the dinner they were back to their old ways of teasing and laughing and sharing everything they could think of. The weight of over a month of distance between them was gone. They spoke of Betty's new job. She told him about the challenges she was facing with limited budget and trying to score potential advertisers. She told him of today's victory and how great she felt about it. She got that sparkle in her eyes as she spoke of the ideas she'd had for items for the upcoming months.

She decided to change the subject back to him. "So what are you going to do now…here in London, I mean."

"Hey, you'd be proud of me" he grinned. "After I decided to leave Mode I figured I better come up with a game plan. So I did some soul searching to figure out what I'm interested in. I analyzed the past few years at Mode to decide which parts of my job I enjoyed the most. I even did an online assessment of my interests and skills." He was so fired up Betty couldn't help but grin back.

"I am proud of you. So what came from all of this introspection?"

"I've decided to get into…advertising." He looked at her expectantly.

"Advertising…" she paused, reflecting on the idea. "Yeah… I can see that. You always were the most excited when you were pitching layouts to Fabia and other advertisers in the magazine. And you hated writing. Even the letter from the editor was always a little painful for you."

"How did you know that?" Daniel was shocked at her insight.

"Come on Daniel…I think we've already determined we know each other pretty well by now. You're very creative. I'm sure you'll do great! Of course you will have to work on those research skills of yours because you won't have a clever, witty assistant to help you out…at least at first." She teased.

He explained how he was going to start with whatever position could get him in the field and then he would prove himself over time. He had already done some research on some of the bigger advertising agencies in London. And he'd spoken to some connections like his old friend Becks who was a photographer and had done some work for some agencies in London before. It never hurt to have the name of someone you could speak with when you called up looking for a job.

After dinner Daniel suggested they take a short walk down to the Thames. It was a nice evening and they found themselves standing against the railing looking out over the river at the parliament buildings and Big Ben. It was beautiful.

"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" Betty asked in a whisper.

"Yeah…it really is."

Daniel turned to Betty and took a step toward her. He was standing so close. He had that look on his face again. The tingles on her neck started. As the look lingered they spread down her spine. She took a small step back and found she was leaning against a concrete lamp post. She looked up into Daniel's eyes – he was looking deep into hers. His face got closer to hers and her cheeks flushed. Just as his lips were about to brush hers she dodge quickly to the side. With the resistance of Betty's lips now non-existent, he lost his balance and dove forehead first into the lamp post.

"Owww." His hand went up to his head.

"Daniel are you ok?" Betty grabbed a tissue out of her bag and held it up to his forehead. There wasn't any blood, just a bump.

"Jeez, Betty…what the hell?" Daniel was confused.

"I suppose I could ask you the same thing!" She was flustered and a little aggravated by whatever had just transpired between them. "I'm standing there, everything's great, and the next thing I know you're coming toward me with your lips all hanging out."

"Most women don't consider it quite as repulsive as you apparently do."

"It's not repulsive…just unexpected." Betty looked at him with concern. What on earth would possess him to make a move on her like that? Maybe Amanda was right – maybe he was he having some kind of breakdown? "What's going on Daniel? Are you feeling ok?"

Whatever desire Daniel might have had to profess his feelings to Betty had fizzled as quickly as the mood when she'd lunged for cover.

"Nothing's going on."

"Come on Daniel. It's me. I can tell when you're not acting like yourself…and that was most definitely not like you."

"Let's just drop it ok?" He said more firmly than he intended. Daniel didn't know how much more of this he could take. His ego was a pile of rubble at the edge of the Thames and now Betty was accusing him of loosing his mind. She was bright and perceptive – how could she miss all the signs he was sending her.

"O…K…" Betty was cautious. Daniel was obviously very edgy and she didn't want to push him. "Maybe I should go home. It's getting kind of late."

They rode in silence back to Betty's flat. Daniel had insisted on escorting her home even though he didn't speak a word to her the entire way. He didn't seem angry really…just upset. And she did not want to say anything that might upset him more.

The cab arrived at her building. Betty squeezed Daniel's hand and said good-night. He managed a feeble smile back. As she got ready for bed she wondered if, after tonight, their relationship was in a better place than it had been last night or not. She sighed as she put her head on the pillow.