Andy took a breath. This was crazy and unpredictable and partly insane to actually do this, but she had to do it.
Andy had to know. Just being curious.
Holding the coffee order in her clammy hand on this sticky humid Friday morning crossing over to her old building. Looming in front of her.
Andy did not work for Miranda anymore.
For weeks now, Andy had been trying not to think about her elegant white haired former boss. Trying not to think about the only woman she wanted. Andy couldn't do it.
Andy saw her everywhere since the curb and her dorky wave to Miranda across the street and Andy meant everywhere in the city. Miranda was seen, by her.
Last night at a gallery opening cocktail party Andy attended and was writing about. Miranda was there in a backless dress, and ivory shoulders which had a few freckles. Luckily Andy hadn't been noticed by her being that close near the wall, trying to work up the courage to approach Miranda but lost her nerve.
Watched Miranda bid goodbye to the artist and leave at exactly 9:30.
At first Andy knew she was mesmerized by her. Fell into it, like the clackers, developed a crush.
Nate figured it out before she even did.
Andy also knew since the first day she met Miranda Priestly she'd never be the same. That was very true she wasn't the same since Paris.
If not for a certain someone's help and much needed advice, a nosy brash Aussie who clearly wanted Andy flagellated with humiliation and mortification by an Ice Queen.
Easy for Cy she had a slew of dates on Tinder. A waiting list.
Andy's new friend made her coffee and breakfast every morning and pointed out something Andy would never have realized how attracted she was to Miranda and finally had Andy admit it. To herself.
Andy wanted Miranda. Simple as that. For a few days Andy thought Cy was wrong.
Then it hit her. Andy was attracted to Miranda Priestly.
Without Cy, Andy would just be living in Ohio, wearing chunky sweaters still and realize at 40 she was not straight. Discovering this with Cy's help all well-being plied with yummy Anzacs and sympathy.
Cy was a cynic at love. Didn't believe in it. Love was something not her cup of tea. Cy was Andy's new roommate.
Two presupposes for Andy who insisted Miranda and her could never work. Or begin. One being they never got along and two Andy was pretty damn sure Miranda hated her since Paris.
''Andy either tell her or find someone who looks like her with white hair and shag them.'' Really romantic Cy.
Andy had another idea. She wasn't cheating on Miranda not that she was with Miranda yet.
Andy had to know if what she felt was reciprocated. Pressing for an elevator to the 17th Floor.
There were thousands of ways to tell Miranda how she felt about her.
This way, this was ballsy.
Wasn't going to let this attraction pass her by. More than likely she'd probably be kicking herself tonight for attempting to even suggest this to Runway's feared icy Editor.
Got off the elevator. Andy walked through Runway's glass doors.
Had spent all morning planning this. Andy Sachs knew she had to be plain crazy to attempt this.
Miranda was in a run through berating all present. ''This garment cannot possibly be part of any fashionable breathing woman's wardrobe, let's assume for a moment it was sewn colorblind.'' Scanning the racks feeling a migraine coming on.
All choices in front of her. Abysmal. Miranda was also in an artic snippy mood over what Irv Ravitz had sprung on her.
Andy was seen as she walked confidently pass Emily who hissed to Serena to call security to promptly escort Andy off Runway's premises immediately.
Faster than Emily who was in heels. ''Em I just have to see Miranda for a sec.''
Emily Charlton gaped. What in hell was Andréa doing here? This morning she thought would be a good one now it was a gone to hell in a handbasket thanks to Sachs turning up. Miranda would be a nightmare. If she saw her here this morning.
Andy knew Miranda wasn't the type to back down once she did this. Her dragon lady would press on out of spite and pride.
Taking a breath, Andy stepped in to the run-through.
''Miranda.''
Miranda turned at her name.
Saw her.
What on earth was she doing here? What did she want? Had Andrea lasted barely weeks at The Mirror? Her employment record was dreadful. Was it her job she wanted back? Andrea would have to beg her. No grovel. At her Louboutins.
Andrea was stepping closer into her personal space, blue eyes narrowed on her last assistant. Raising a haughty brow at Andrea.
''Leave Andrea.'' Miranda feigning boredom at her.
''Miranda I'm back to set things straight. I want to come work for you again. First I have to do this because I'm just curious.''
Miranda's ivory face looked coldly at Andy, waspishly spoke to her. ''Just curious?''
Andrea wanted back just like that, this was a first for Miranda from former employees. Little Miss Okie had some nerve.
''Miranda.''
Gave Andrea a cold smile. '' You want to be back at Runway, do tell me Andrea. Why I should even consider the idea of taking you back.'' Drawling out her name the way she used to.
''I gave my notice at The Mirror a few minutes ago. I'm jobless.''
Miranda coldly looked at Andrea. Of all the stupid things to do. Andrea Sachs amazed her. Truly. Sachs was the most infuriating and exasperating immature reckless….the list was endless at Andreas's imperfections and inadequacies and outdid Stephen and all that was wrong with him.
''Miranda because being at The Mirror isn't where I want to be now. I want to be back for you.''
Miranda met her gaze incredulously after the reference she gave her. ''I see. My Runway is where you want to be. You thought this all out like Paris.'' Miranda said mockingly.
Knowing full well Andrea had acted heedless in Paris by just walking away from her.
''Yes.'' Andy met piercing blue eyes.
Miranda forgot she didn't ask questions. ''Why?''
''Because of this.''
Andy's lips crashed into hers.
Miranda made a noise of surprise at Andy Sachs mouth attaching to hers. Kneading her lips to hers. Stephen never kissed her like this. It was a kiss that made her almost weak in the knees from it.
Breaking free. How dare Andrea do this to her. Who knows where her mouth has been or on. Sachs rode the germ filled subway all over the city.
Miranda was met with a 100 watt smile directed at her. Was this a bet? To make her look like a fool. If it was Sachs would be very sorry for trying such a prank.
Was Andrea in need of medication?
Almost touching her pink lips, Miranda to her own shock, responded to that mouth against hers.
''If you're just curious call me. Here. Coffee for you.'' Setting it down for her. With a glance, Miranda saw on the cardboard cup holder Andy's number on it in marker.
Rendered mute no speechless for the first time in her life by a kiss, Miranda simply just stared at her.
Andy babbled when she was nervous. ''I come highly recommended.''
Everyone else in the room didn't say a word. Nigel just stared with a mute form of. ''Six what in hell are you doing.'' On his shocked face.
''Oh last night at the Gagosian. Nice freckles.''
Andy left her again just as boldly without a backwards glance.
Miranda seethed. Two could play at this game.
Sachs was going to pay for this transgression with her lips.
Miranda knew exactly what job Andy Sachs was perfect for her.
''Emily call Roy I will be out for the rest of the morning.'' Emily scrambled away dialing Miranda's chauffeur to pick her up as soon as Miranda left Elias Clarke.
With only one purpose in her mind, confront Andrea and make her pay dearly.
Had the perfect position in mind for Sachs.