August 28th, it was a blistering hot day in New York City; Andy Sachs was sweating profusely, running around collecting skirts, scarfs and a particularly large fur coat. Her last stop Starbucks still had to get Miranda's searing hot coffee. Rushing into the building through the turn styles like a circus performer juggling all her accoutrements. "At least it was cool in the Elias Clarke building the air conditioning was keeping her Ice Queen cool".

"Really Sachs you've got to stop thinking like that", she thought to herself.

Ping, the elevator arrived at the Runway Offices and Andrea 'Andy' Sachs did all but run down the hall to the office. Andy hung all the items she had collected on the rack inside the door to the outer office where Emily was sitting hugging.

"Andy! Where have you been? Miranda's going mad, she wants her coffee now!"

Emily grabbed the fur coat and shoved Andy towards Miranda's office.

Emily fired off "and you look a wreck Sachs".

Andy walked as calmly as possible, hoping that Miranda would just ignore her so she could deposit the coffee and disappear to go and freshen herself up. Just as Andy was turning to leave Miranda's office, she heard her.

"Andrea?" Miranda almost whispered.

"Yes Miranda" Andy turned knowing she looked terrible with sweat patches on her silk blouse, her hair damp at the roots some of which was stuck to her face and neck, red in the face not yet having cooled down from the heat.

Miranda looked up and stared at Andy's flushed face for what felt like for ever, then continued to rake over Andy's body with her judgemental stare.

"Get me DeMarchelier, cancel my lunch with Vera and tell Nigel I want to see the new layout for Page 64. That's all" Miranda looked back at the papers on the desk.

Andy turned and walked as quickly as she could back to her desk, not noticing that Miranda had looked back up to watch Andy walking away. How Miranda loved to watch Andy, especially now she was all hot and bothered.

Returning to her work Miranda had little time for berating herself but a little voice inside reminded her she was allowed to look but never, ever, touch. Not an assistant and definitely not a young voluptuous, intelligent, inquisitive, amazing assistant such as Andrea.

Andy sat in the car next to Miranda as their driver smoothly pulled to a stop outside the Grand Hotel in Paris. Miranda exited the car and walked up the steps of the hotel with paparazzi surrounding her shouting questions and flashed going off, she suddenly sensed she was alone, turning to look for Andrea, she found she was alone. Miranda could see the back of Andrea as she crossed the street. Miranda pressed the button on her phone for Andrea and watched as Andrea tossed the phone into the fountain.

Rubbing her hands together trying to get them warm after her attempt to get an interview with Rory Moncrieff, ice hockey player extraordinaire, Andy walked into Starbucks and ordered a hot chocolate with wiped cream and marshmallows. Waiting for her order she heard those dulcet tones "skinny latte, Grande, extra hot" in Andy's head her brain seemed to be misfiring "that sounded like Miranda, but no she couldn't be here. I should turn around and say hello" at that exact moment Miranda said "Hello Andrea". As Andy turned she saw Miranda was standing very close to her looking at her expectantly with her head slightly tilted to the side and an eyebrow raised.

"Miranda, Hello, how are you?" Andy widened her eyes realising her mistake immediately she had asked Miranda a question.

Smirking Miranda replied "really Andrea how do you think I am? I'm surrounded with incompetence on a daily basis, added to which Emily has gone to work with Nigel who's training her up so he can take his new position at the helm of Runway Men and the girls are now hormonal monsters trying me on a daily basis!"

Realising that Miranda was actually answering her Andy began to grin "you look pretty good on it Miranda".

"Pretty good?"

"Beautiful, in fact." Andy blushed slightly at revealing this truth.

Raising both eyebrows Miranda stood still and stared into those chocolate brown pools unable to form a reply.

"Hot Chocolate with cream and marsh mallows and a skinny latte grande, extra hot" the server called out as he placed the two paper cups on the counter.

Both women reached out and took their drinks silently. With one more look at Andy, Miranda made a slight nod turned and walked out of Starbucks.