A/N: A story that just came to me. It's going to be a series of short vignettes uploaded either every day of twice per day until you find out what really happened.
It's been 5 years since you last saw Miranda and the shock of such a meeting is obvious on both of your faces. Eyes wide, you smile at your old boss and continue down the hospital corridor.
"Andréa?"
Your breath catches in your throat and you turn to face Miranda. That voice brings back so many memories and you close your eyes for a moment. Miranda's lips on your throat, giggling in your state of intoxication as you run bare-foot through central park trying to avoid the paparazzi. Passion-filled nights at the townhouse fill your head like the broken fragments of a long lost dream. It takes all of your self-control to open your eyes without blushing and remember that this is the real Miranda; the Ice Queen boss of Runway. This is not the Miranda who has tormented your dreams with kisses and promises of forever.
"Yes, Miranda?" The phrase has been uttered so many times as an assistant that you are truly brought back to reality. Miranda doesn't love you and, for the love of God, you are not in love with Miranda Priestly!
"How are you feeling? Is your leg better?"
The concern in Miranda's voice startles you and you glance down at your leg, still not used to seeing it without the cast. You absent-mindedly scratched at where the IV has been removed from your arm and nod.
"Yes, thank you. Bones are all mended."
Miranda's eyes shimmer and for a moment you swear that the mask slips.
"Well, that's good then."
Then she's gone. It's only when you've left the hospital that you realise what's happened; you have just spoken civilly with Miranda Priestly after walking out on her in Paris. Miranda inquired into your health – Miranda had known that your leg had been broken.
Miranda hadn't dismissed you with 'That's all'.