A – Across

He walked with her towards the gates of LAX, a slight hesitancy in his every movement. He felt with every step he took that he was one step closer to losing her forever. She would be in Milan for six months. Six whole months. That was a long time to be apart from someone you loved, especially when she would be thousands of miles away, all the way across the ocean.

They reached the desk and the ticket collector checked her boarding pass. They held each other then, saying nothing in their apprehension, until her flight was called. She looked up at him with tears in her blue eyes. "I guess this is it," she whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Don't forget about me, you hear?" he said lamely.

"Never, Noah Hunter, never," she promised and sealed her vow with a kiss.


B – Beautiful

Donna had only been in Milan for a month when one of his ex-girlfriends, a redhead named Tiffany, began circling around him again. She cornered him one night in his office and in no uncertain terms, offered herself up to him on a platter. He was lonely, yes lonely, without his girlfriend here and Tiffany had always been easy on the eyes. So yes, he was tempted for a moment there, truly tempted. But then his eyes fell on his desk where a picture of Donna sat prominently. He realized two things in that moment. One, he only wanted one beautiful redhead and it wasn't Tiffany and two, he was going after Donna. He was going to Milan to be with the only girl he loved.


C – Closer

Donna had been slaving away in the hot sun for hours helping haul heavy equipment for that night's fashion show - even though this was definitely NOT what she had believed she was signing on for when she landed this internship with world-famous designer, Felix Giacomo - and she was hot and tired and sticky-sweaty. All she wanted was to talk to Noah on the phone and then take a very long nap. But that wasn't to be. The way things were going she wouldn't be near her bedroom for hours to come.

She grabbed her bottle of now-lukewarm water and took a long sip as she looked off into the distance. She gasped as she saw a familiar figure weaving through the thick throng of tourists. "Noah?" She whispered. No it couldn't be. He was back in Beverly Hills, running The After Dark single-handedly. That's why he hadn't been able to come to Milan with her. It was just a mirage. It had to be.

And yet as the so-called mirage moved closer, he caught sight of her and offered her a wide, dimpled smile. "Noah!" she cried out and vaulted over a speaker to get to him.

The moment she was in his arms, she felt like crying with happiness and relief but instead she settled for giving him the biggest kiss ever.

When they pulled apart, he cupped her angular cheeks with his hands. "Now this is what I call a happy reunion."

"What are you doing here, Noah?"

"Wait. Aren't you glad to see me?"

"Of course I am. I am THRILLED actually but you said you couldn't come; you said –"

"Forget what I said, Donna," he implored her as he smoothed back her hair. "I am here now and I'm not going anywhere."


D – Design(s)

Noah and Donna got to talk for all of two minutes before one of Felix's many personal assistants barked at her to get back to work. Her internship now apparently hinged on how well she could carry boxes of imported water. Fortunately, Noah offered to help her out and they got to do a little catching up while they lugged box after box from a van to the white, tented gazebo where all the food and drinks were being kept for tonight's big event.

"Post-dated check for your thoughts," Noah said as they deposited the very last box on a table at the back of the tent.

Donna laughed and moved over to him, sliding her arms around his neck. "That's certainly a new one."

"Well I spent my very last buck on the flight so until Dylan can spot me some cash... well, I don't even have a penny to my name." Noah's eyes were twinkling teasingly.

She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Why do you think something heavy is on my mind?"

"I can see it in your eyes. Plus, you aren't exactly enthusiastically telling me all about the fabrics you've been handling and all of the designs you've been working on."

"What fabrics? What designs?" Donna sighed. "The truth is, Noah, that the whole of my every day here consists of getting coffee for Felix's staff – I've never even officially met the guy – Xeroxing stuff, sending faxes … basically, pushing paper. I'm a glorified gopher. No, I'm just a gopher."

"Don, I didn't know you were unhappy. I should have guessed though because whenever I'd ask you about your internship over the phone, you'd change the subject."

"It's okay. I just didn't have a lot to say about this disappointing turn of events-" Donna broke off and nibbled her bottom lip. "I want to go home, Noah."

"Really? Your internship-"

"There is no internship, Noah. I am just barely good enough to carry around boxes of water. I want to go home like, now… I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing but-"

He silenced her with a kiss. He then stroked her cheek. "No way was that for nothing. Seeing you again waseverything."

Donna's eyes filled with tears. "You always know just the thing to say to turn me into a big pile of mush."

Noah smirked. "I try." He spotted the assistant who had earlier barked at Donna stomping over, annoyance written all over her tight features. "Want to make a break for it, Don?"

Donna nodded as Noah grabbed her hand. They took off running as the woman screamed after them in rapid Italian. They just laughed.

Laughing until her stomach ached felt so damn good.