Betty and Daniel were in his office. Even though Betty had supposedly left her family's dinner for work reasons, she and Daniel ended up spending the majority of the night talking and laughing over takeout.

She had tried so hard to come up with a way to tell him she was leaving, but every time she did, he said or did something that compelled her to avoid ruining one of the last evenings they'd have together.

Daniel leaned over Betty, one hand on the desk and his other arm casually resting around her shoulders, while they both tried to pick out a photo for the editor feature in Mode's anniversary issue.

Their body language and conversation with each other was so open and natural that any outsider would have assumed that they were a long-established couple.

"I don't know, Daniel. We've looked through all of your pictures from Mode – even in the archives – and there's not one that represents the way you are now," Betty said, her eyes tired of staring at the computer screen.

"What about the first one?" Daniel suggested, ready to give up.

"Daniel, we've been over this before – it's your 'fish face' – your poser look. I'm not going to let you humiliate yourself," she insisted.

"I think I look kinda like a well-trained model." Daniel proudly smiled and defended himself.

"That's not the 'M' word I would've used . . ." Betty playfully disagreed.

"Hey!" he protested. Betty spotted a camera lying on the filing cabinet.

"I've got an idea . . ." she picked up the camera and slyly grinned.

"No! Betty . . ." Daniel backed away.

"Seriously?" he said.

Betty smiled and nodded.

"Come on Daniel, show me what you got!" she said, turning on the radio. The sounds of Kesha's 'Tik Tok' filled the room as she aimed the camera and started shooting.

Daniel really got into it with sexy stares and natural grins, then started goofing off a little. He grabbed the camera from Betty and pushed her in front of it.

"Daniel –no!" she giggled and protested. This is about your picture – not mine!" she reminded him.

"Oh, come on Betty - have a little fun!" he pleaded.

Betty gave in, taking off her glasses to avoid a glare. After a moment, she finally started feeling comfortable.

"Work it, Betty. Work it!" Daniel joked, encouraging her. "Beautiful!" he exclaimed, then caught her in a more serious, sexy pose. "You're beautiful." he said, so quietly he wasn't even sure she heard him, as he stared a little too long and almost dropped the camera.

Betty broke his distraction by putting the camera on the tripod and dragging him in with her.

"Come on!" she grabbed his hand as they had fun posing together in clichéd cover couple poses.

Betty stuck her hand on Daniel's chest while giving a sultry look into the camera and he held her leg up and glared sexily at her. Then she grabbed his tie while giving him a playful "come-hither" look. They burst out laughing at some of the poses they made.

Daniel moved behind Betty and wrapped his arms around her as they continued to laugh. But when they caught each other's eyes, they suddenly realized it wasn't so funny anymore. They finally stopped when they realized the camera had run out of memory.

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"Ooh – what about this one?" she pointed out, after they'd uploaded them to the computer, Alicia Keys' 'Unthinkable' playing in the background.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Positive. It's the real you – the admirable, natural, but still confident guy you are today." she sweetly stared up at him, realizing how much he'd grown in the past four years, how much they'd both grown.

He gazed back at her, their lips mere inches apart from each other, when Betty's phone started to vibrate. They awkwardly pulled away and Betty fumbled for her phone.

"It's just a reminder I had to myself to get something for Justin before I forgot it in the morning. I didn't realize how late it was," she said, surprised.

"I'd better call the car service," she began to dial the number.

"Why don't I walk you home?" Daniel suggested.

"You don't have to do that, Daniel. My apartment's in the opposite direction from yours," Betty said, torn between the urge to stay with him a little longer, and the need to go before anything more happened.

"I want to," Daniel said, hoping she'd give in.

"Ok," she smiled, nervously.

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As they walked along the streets of Manhattan, among the city's lights, Betty sensed a strange yet familiar feeling in the air. She couldn't quite pinpoint it, but knew if she kept obsessing over it she'd go crazy. And there was no sense in wasting one of the last moments she'd have with her friend to the quiet of the night.

"Have you heard from Alexis lately?" she broke the silence.

"Yeah, she and DJ are still living in Paris. DJ's captain of his freshmen soccer team and Alexis is busy overseeing fashion shows," Daniel said with a bittersweet smile.

"You miss them, don't you?" she said, sympathetically.

"Yeah . . . So – are Hilda and Bobby enjoying married life?" he changed the subject.

"They've already started apartment hunting. Justin has taken to being their unofficial realtor and is driving Hilda nuts." she laughed. "Speaking of moving, Daniel, there's something I've been meaning to tell you . . ." Betty looked nervously up at him.

Suddenly rain started pouring down.

"Oh my god!" she laughed in disbelief.

"Come on – let's go!" Daniel grinned and offered Betty his hand as they made a run for the closest cover.

"I've never run that fast before!" she said, out of breath.

"I'm surprised you could in those heels!" he chuckled, also out of breath.

Betty smiled, her hair tangled in her face from running, as she started to fix it.

"Here, let me," Daniel offered, delicately brushed her hair out of her face, letting his hands linger as he stared into her eyes.

He leaned in and gently kissed her softly but fully on the lips, feeling Betty kiss him back. He slowly pulled away, searching for any reassurance of how she felt about it.

Betty, a little bewildered at first, smiled and reciprocated by kissing Daniel timidly and then passionately.

When they finally broke there was an awkward silence. Betty fidgeted, cleaning her glasses. They both stared at the ground back and back at each other, unsure of what should come next. The weather broke their silence.

"Look – it stopped raining," Betty noticed.

"I guess we should go while we can," Daniel suggested.

They walked the rest of the way without speaking, and finally reached the steps of Betty's building.

"I guess I should be heading back . . ." Daniel said looking down at his feet, kicking a pebble with his toe.

"Yeah . . ." Betty agreed a little reluctantly.

"Goodnight, Betty," Daniel said and started to walk away.

"Daniel – wait!" she stopped him. "You can't go off like that – you're soaking wet. Come inside and dry off," she shyly smiled.

They entered her apartment and Betty immediately found a towel for Daniel, then quickly went to change and search for clothes for him to wear.

"I think I saw some of Bobby's clothes accidentally in with mine, the last time I did laundry at Papi's," she yelled to Daniel from her bedroom. "Ah! Found them!" she called, before coming out in hot pink PJ pants with tiny black polka dots and a black cami.

Daniel was shirtless, as he continued to dry himself off with the towel. They both dropped what they were holding when they saw each other, then fumbled to pick everything up. Betty managed to gain her composure and showed Daniel the bathroom.

"I'll call the driver for you," she said. Daniel came out of the bathroom dressed in a tight black t-shirt and jeans.

"Do they fit ok?" Betty asked, inappropriately thinking to herself they certainly looked like they did.

"They're great, thanks. I'll get them back to you tomorrow," Daniel smiled, as the phone rang.

"That must be the car service," Betty guessed, answering it and nodding. She hung up.

"Well, I'd better go . . ." Daniel headed toward the door.

Betty reluctantly followed, opening it for him. They lingered in the doorway for a few seconds, both unsure of whether they wanted the night to end. Daniel eventually leaned in and quickly but firmly kissed Betty's lips.

"Goodnight, Betty. See you tomorrow," he said.

"'Nite, Daniel," Betty smiled and closed the door.