Andrea Sachs had been having very strange dreams. They did not happen every night and a lot of the time she couldn't even remember what the dream was about. Sometimes she would wake up with a compulsion to wear certain colours or a certain perfume, colours and perfumes that she had dreamt about the night before. It wasn't until she started to pay attention to the outcomes that she noticed those were the mornings she would receive a glance of approval from her boss, Miranda Priestly. Those were the mornings that Andrea Sachs had an extra skip to her step and they were definitely the days that Andrea had a higher tolerance for the little annoyances that came with the job.
Flashbacks were also becoming a part of Andy's day to day life much to her annoyance. Something as simple as an outfit worn by Miranda would spark what felt like a memory. It wasn't de ja vu exactly, as Andrea was sure it hadn't happened before, but that she had dreamt about it sometimes weeks before the actual events took place. Something would trigger the memory of a dream. Once she remembered the dream she would in turn remember the details, details which would usually turn out to be useful at some point during the day. Despite the benefits Andrea Sachs had a definite complex over her sleeping habits. Dreaming about your boss constantly was not a good sign, and believing that you were dreaming about the future was even more unhealthy, therefore it was the norm most mornings that Andy found herself debating her mental health in the shower.
Andrea sat on the subway texting Lilly on her cell phone. She tried hard to fit in her friends around her new job, a task that was becoming harder by the day. Being Miranda Priestly's assistant was similar to being on call 24/7, a part of the job description that her group of friends and boyfriend most definitely had a problem with. At one point they were all laughing together about Andy's new job but eventually Andy got the feeling they began to laugh at her, not with her anymore. Nate no longer bothered to attempt to make Andy feel bad about her hours, but Andy wasn't sure what was worse; Nate giving her a lecture or Nate not bothering to come home until the early hours of the morning managing to avoid an argument in the process. By the time she had arrived at her stop Andy still hadn't had a text back. slipping her phone back into her bag she headed off to pick up Miranda's coffee.
Andy had only just sat down at her desk when Miranda stalked in wearing a black Donna Karan blouse. As Miranda breezed past Andy her perfume filling the room and firing instructions Andy began to remember Miranda giving her a tongue lashing for not having coffee waiting for her after her 9am appointment. Andy was almost positive this hadn't happened but she seemed to remember the incident perfectly. The fall out was enormous as Emily had to go fetch the order but was held up by a traffic accident outside Elias Clarke, they ran behind for the whole day. Deciding she must have eaten one of Nate's grilled cheese sandwiches that night Andy decided it had all just been a weird meaningless dream. Several minutes later however Andy's curiosity got the better of her so she clicked and brought up Miranda's appointment schedule and noticed she did indeed have a 9am meeting that morning. The likelihood of Miranda wanting a fresh coffee at 9:15 was slim seeing as Andrea had already placed a scalding skinny double shot latte (no foam!) on her desk at 7:30am sharp. Miranda was never one to over indulge on caffeine and usually would not have another dose till lunchtime. Shaking her head Andy tried to remember the list of tasks Miranda had just rounded off.
All thoughts of dreams and coffee forgotten Andy logged off waved a goodbye to Emily, destination: Hermès on an errand. Andy laughed in the back of the car, very rarely was she actually told what she was picking up or dropping off when she was sent out the office. Images of Miranda as some high powered drug mogul dealing through all the top designers across the world meant that by the time she had arrived at the door it was a struggle to hold back the incoming wave of giggles.
As Andy left Hermès laden down with the many bags she had to return to the office Roy was not there waiting like he should have been. Looking at her watch she realised she was five minutes early. Andy sighed, it wasn't often she had a minute to herself just to breath. Tempted due to earlier thoughts, Andy decided to have a sneak peek into one of the bags. As if on cue a burley business man in a hurry decided to collide with her on the sidewalk at that exact moment almost pouring his Starbucks coffee over her in the process. After shouting in a very un lady like manner after the man Andy suddenly remembered the dream she had had about the coffee. Deciding she would drink it her self if it wasn't asked for she began to run across to the Starbucks texting Roy to pick her up there instead.
Andy entered the office at 9:13 just as Emily had picked up the phone to call her.
"Why on earth did you stop to buy yourself coffee?" Emily whispered as Andrea put down the bags from Hermès.
"Err.. I didn't it's for Miranda" Andrea explained suddenly feeling very stupid for even thinking for one second a stupid dream actually had anything to do with reality.
Before Emily could even think about making a smart remark the door to Miranda's office burst open as a member of the Art department flew out. Miranda stalked out looking ready to kill her eyes shot towards Andrea and the coffee cup and suddenly she looked puzzled and somewhat amused. She didn't smile of course but Andy could tell she found something entertaining.
"Put that on my desk please Andrea.." Andy quickly complied as Emily watched open mouthed.
"Emily, close your mouth, it's very unbecoming of a first assistant" Miranda said as she walked back into her office following Andrea. As Andrea placed the cup down and turned round to leave she found Miranda blocking her path with a look of utter bewilderment on her face.
"I don't seem to recall asking you for coffee Andrea... " Mirandas voice suddenly dropped so low that Andy may well have imagined the next sentence, "have I finally managed to hire an assistant that can read my mind after all these years?" Miranda tilted her head waiting for Andrea's reply.
"Err, just had a feeling you'd need some that's all.." Andy turned crimson and inwardly groaned at the unintentional use of Miranda's favourite phrase. Andrea could have sworn she saw a slight smile as Miranda cleared the way out of her office allowing her to escape, but decided there was definitely something wrong with her if she was starting to hallucinate. Andy practically ran to her desk and contemplated booking a doctor's appointment. Emily, having taken Miranda's advice, sat with her mouth firmly closed glaring directly at Andy. She was determined to find out how Andy had managed to get one up on her.
Ten minutes later Nigel arrived bearing the news that a taxi had managed to crash right outside the building preventing anyone from entering.
"Well thank god we're all here, I'd hate to imagine the carnage if someone was stuck out there. I doubt Miranda would have accepted a traffic accident as an excuse to delay the run through" Nigel moved towards the window to try and get a view of the street. Emily looked up only to see a very pale Andy Sachs excuse herself to the bathroom.