It's Thursday night and Betty is once again online going looking at flat listings in London, however, she finds herself unable to concentrate at the task at hand as she cannot help be distracted by the fact that she has not yet told Daniel about taking the job in London.

It's not like she has seen him much in the past couple days, she thinks to herself. In fact, she hasn't spent more than 15 minutes with him since the dinner with Tyler and his mom, and when they have talked it's been about articles and spreads for the 100th Anniversary issue. So really, it's not her fault that she hasn't told him yet. She just hasn't got the chance.

A sudden knock at her door brings Betty's inner dialogue to a abrupt halt. She quickly gets up and walks over to the door.

"Who is it?" She yells not bothering to look through the peep hole.

"Betty, it's me."

"Daniel?" She asks surprised while opening the door to reveal Daniel holding a white paper bag.

"Hey, I hope it's not too late, but I was taking a walk and suddenly got a craving for butter pecan ice cream. I know it's one of your faves and you tend to develop a sweet tooth around this time of night, so I thought maybe you would like to join me?"

Betty smiles widely at the gesture. "Of course! Come in, come in."

Betty steps aside to let Daniel in. He quickly walks over to the table setting down the paper bag next to Betty's open laptop and begins removing its contents.

"What were you working on?" Daniel asks as he leans over to look at the computer screen.

"Oh, nothing!" Betty exclaims as she swiftly walks up and closes the laptop. "I was just messing around online"

"Oh, find anything interesting?"

"Nope. Nothing worth mentioning. I should get some bowls and spoons"

"Forget the bowls. Just get the spoons." Daniel says as he takes the carton of ice cream and heads over to the couch to sit down.

Betty complies and grabs two spoons from the drawer and goes over to sit on the couch next to Daniel.

"Here you go," Betty says handing a spoon to Daniel who takes the spoon and digs into the carton to get a spoon full of ice cream. Once he does he passes the carton to Betty. Betty instantly does the same.

"So, what brings you to this neighbourhood this time of night?"Betty asks while gulping down her ice cream.

"I told you, I just felt like a walk."

"Daniel, I never tried it myself but it has to be about an hour on foot from your place to mine."

"Okay, fine. I didn't walk. I took a cab. But the craving for butter pecan is still true. I just realised that I haven't got to talk to you much since dinner the other night. At least not about anything that doesn't have to do with work or my never ending family drama."

Betty takes a deep breath realising that this would be the perfect time to tell Daniel about the job in London.

"Yeah, everything has been really chaotic lately," She responds instead.

"Ugh, I know, but let's not talk about me tonight. In fact, I want to forget about my family and the magazine for tonight."

"Okay, then what do you want to talk about?" Betty asks a bit sceptical of Daniel's avoidance tactic.

"You. How is everything going with you?"

"You mean since two days ago?" Betty laughs.

"Yeah."

Betty takes a deep breath finally ready to tell Daniel her big news. "Actually, there is something that I've wanted to talk to you about."

Daniel feeling his heart starting to beat a little faster sits up a bit straighter on the couch. "Oh yeah, what is it?"

"It's nothing big. I mean it's big, but not huge..."

"Betty, whatever it is just say it," Daniel says calmly as he puts his hand on her knee.

Betty takes another deep breath. "Okay, you know how I told you that I met Lindsey Dunne while I was in London?"

Daniel nods in response and also shifts a bit away from Betty realising that the conversation is going in a different direction than he previously thought.

"Well he offered me a job."

"Yeah, I know." Daniel says as he dips his spoon into the ice cream carton taking a big bite.

"You know? When...I mean how do you know?"

"Betty, you wrote about it in your blog remember? He offered you a job as a fashion columnist and you turned it down, though I'm not sure why. You would have been great at it."

"I know it would have been good experience, but I really didn't want another thing in my life that would distract me from my blog and the things I really want to write about."

"Yeah, that's what you wrote and I respect you for turning down an opportunity like that because you knew it wouldn't make you happy. Plus, I got to say it scared me at first when I read about the job offer until I realised you could do it from anywhere."

"What do you mean?"

"When I read about the offer I automatically thought what a great opportunity for you, but that was quickly followed by the harsh realisation that if you took it that you might be leaving New York."

"Daniel..."

"I know. I jumped to conclusions. When I read the part about you being able to keep your job at Mode I have to admit I felt very relieved."

Betty is left speechless by Daniel's words and is unsure of whether she should continue with what she had planned to tell him.

"So, is that what you wanted to tell me?" Daniel asks.

"Yeah, I just didn't want you to think I was trying to hide anything from you." Betty says not able to look Daniel in the eye.

Daniel smiles at her in return, but feels that she is holding something back. However, realising what time it is he decides not to press the matter.

"I better get going. It's getting pretty late and we have an editor's meeting first thing in the morning." Daniel gets up and walks towards the door.

"Thank you for bringing the ice cream over. It was very sweet of you," says Betty as she follows behind him.

Daniel opens the door, but turns around to lean in the doorway. "It was no problem. I kind of missed seeing you today and yesterday. I guess I've never quite gotten use to not seeing you every day like when you were my assistant. Heck, I probably never will.

Betty is again at a loss of words, but responds with a tight almost heartbreaking smile.

"Anyway, have a goodnight and I'll see you tomorrow, 9 o'clock sharp," Daniel concludes as he turns around and walks away.

Betty stands motionless for a few seconds before slowly closing the door and leaning heavily against it.