Disclaimer: I don't own Ugly Betty.
A/N: I might change the title if I think of anything better. This is supposed to be a three-shot. It might end up being more than three parts. Read on Gio lovers.
Betty walked through the doors of Gio's deli. The bells jingled, and Gio looked up, and then he looked back down.
"What?" she asked as she walked over to the counter. "No announcement of my grand entrance?"
"Wow, those writing classes are really paying off," he said grumpily as he wrapped up a customer's sandwich.
"What's got you in a bad mood?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said bitterly. He didn't really want to tell her that she was the reason of his bad mood.
"Okay, fine, Gio," she said. She started to turn around to leave.
Gio sighed. "Wait, Betty. It's just that Valentine's Day is tomorrow, and-"
"You have no one to spend it with?" She guessed. Gio noticed that there was some sympathy in her tone. He wondered why that was when she was still with Egg Salad. "Join the club," she said solemnly.
"What?" he asked surprised. "I thought you were still with Eggy. Sorry," he said realizing that he had forgotten to call him Henry.
"Yeah, that's okay. He had to go to Tucson to visit Charlie and to check on the baby in her stomach," she said resentfully. Gio couldn't help but be amused by her display of hatred for Charlie. Not that it's not called for. It was just the idea of Betty being mean; it just doesn't fit. "He was supposed to be back by now, but Charlie needed him," she said looking down at the things in the counter.
Gio was about to reply to that comment with a joke, but seeing how sad Betty looked made him stop. "Here," he said handing her a plate.
"What is it?" She asked.
Betty took the plate from his hand. "You made me a heart-shaped chicken salad?" She gushed. She looked happy, and surprised.
Gio rolled his eyes. "It's no big deal. Just seeing how sad you were and all…" He didn't know how to finish that sentence without sounding like a sap.
"Thank you Gio. It's very sweet," she smiled.
Gio smiled at her, and his cheeks were a little pink. Gio walked behind the counter and sat down at a table.
Betty followed him over. "Shouldn't you be working?"
"Nah, Henry can cover it." Betty glared at him. She couldn't believe that she had just made a joke about Henry.
"Betty, his name is Henry," he said as he pointed to the man behind the counter.
"Oh," she said embarrassed. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked down at the table. Gio smiled. She looks so cute when she's embarrassed.
"Since you have no one to spend it with, spend it with me."
"Spend what with you?" She asked as she took a bite of her sandwich.
"Valentine's Day," he said looking straight in her eyes. It was the kind of look that makes you feel like you're the only one in the room.
"No offense, but it wouldn't be the same."
Gio closed his eyes. He tried to block out the pain of the knife that was just stabbed into his heart. "No, I know. We're just friends and Hen-ry is your boyfriend."
Betty nodded. "Well, then pretend I'm Henry."
Betty looked up at him in shock. "What?"
Should I continue?