It was lunchtime at Mode, and everyone was ordering Gio's sandwiches. His business had took off wonderfully, and he was ecstatic about it.

However, the fact remained that his business wasn't the only reason he loved delivering at Mode.

Yes, he had a certain fascination with a dark-haired, spectacle-wearing, tomato-loving girl. Betty Suarez. Compared to all the sticks walking around at Mode, she was...refreshing. Actually talented. Not anorexic. And very cute...

Gio's head was constantly filled with thoughts about her, daydreams about him sweeping her into his arms and his lips on hers...

He shook his head, trying to clear it of Betty. God, he thought, I'm acting like a thirteen-year-old girl. Suddenly, he bumped into someone. Ugh. It was that ridiculously perky, slutty receptionist. What was her name? Amanda? Yes, that was it. Amanda. The only thing interesting about her was that she agreed with his nickname for Henry. Ugh, stupid Henry. The little bugger that kept breaking Betty's heart. Boring, stupid egg salad -

"Hey, Sandwich Guy," Amanda drawled, in what she apparently thought was a sexy voice. "You got my sandwich?" Gio checked his list of deliveries to make.
"You didn't order," he said, confused.
"I know," she said. Gio simply groaned and walked away. He just couldn't take this right now. As he left he heard her wailing to someone.
"But I'm so seductive! What's wrong with me!" was the last thing he heard before finally making it to Betty's desk. Betty was hunched over her computer, intensely concentrating on something, and typing furiously. She works so hard, he thought.

"Hey, Suarez," he called as he set down two paper bags, one for her boss, one for her. She looked up.
"Oh, hi, Gio!" she said cheerily, but there was a small flash of worry in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh," she replied, "I'm writing another article for Hot Flash, but I don't know what to write."
"What's it about?" Gio asked. He wanted to help her...if only for the sparkle in her eyes when she was successful in something.
"Umm..." Betty blushed, and turned the monitor to face him.
"Falling in Love?" he read out, and he turned to her. "What would you know about that?"
"Exactly!" she wailed, "After the whole...Henry thing..." Gio made a face, "Well, I don't know." And suddenly, Gio saw his opportunity.
"Would this help?" he asked, swinging her out of her chair into his arms with a flourish.
"Gio, what are you-" Betty was interrupted by Gio placing his lips on hers. She kissed back, and they stayed that way for a while. She could hear Amanda's stunned giggle in the background. He could hear Daniel's mug of coffee clatter on the ground and break. They both felt coffee staining their shoes. But they didn't care.

Me? Worse than Egg Salad? Gio thought triumphantly, No way.