A/N: Hello, just wanted to throw a quick thanks out there to everyone that read, reviewed or favourited me or my story. It means a lot to me and I hope you enjoy the update.

Chapter 2

If asked Andy could tell you that in the four years since she had seen Miranda that she had, visited eleven different countries, spoke two new languages half fluently and had lost herself for six weeks and three days without contact to the civilised world on exactly one occasion. She could also explain the understanding and enlightenment you gain from the experience of getting a traditional yantra tattoo or the rush experienced while jumping head first off the Last Resort toward the Bhote Kosi River in Nepal. The only thing Andy could not for the life of her tell you would be why doing, learning and seeing all these beautiful things made her heart ache in her chest with such profound force that she feared it would break free.

Being back in London for the fourth time in as many years was not a highlight in Andy's short but fulfilling life. Nate had recently decided that after three years at a restaurant in the big apple travelling the relatively safe plains of the English countryside was in his future. After being confronted by his inexperience on stepping foot off the plane at Heathrow, succumbing to what he later recalls as a brief moment of panic he decides on the safest option, a tour guide. Which is why at 3 am on a brisk Wednesday morning Andy found herself unexpectedly returning to England.

She can't say it was all bad. She had missed her friends and family immensely, and if Nate was going to insist on a travel buddy she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. They had traversed from London to Birmingham, to Liverpool and Sheffield and back again, exploring markets and eateries both common and quaint in between. After four weeks navigating the cities and counties of England it was time to part ways and for Andy to continue on with her explorations of the world. They chose a nice restaurant on Nate's pleas and a lovely bottle of wine to celebrate the completion of their trip together and mark Andrea's twenty seventh birthday.

Meeting Nate at the restaurant and being shown to their seats by the maƮtre d had Andy's mind wandering back to a time when this was a regular occurrence. Working lunches, and dinners with designers were commonplace when you worked for one of the most influential women in publishing. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she turned to accept her menu from their waiter and toast her last night with Nate with good food and even better wine.

Dinner proceeded as usual between the two friends. Talk of work, love, loss and regaling stories from their time at University littered the conversation. Wine was consumed, laughter had and all was as it should be. Andy was in the middle of explaining to Nate the importance of understanding a countries culture at least a little before jumping into travels, and Nate was explaining to Andy the importance of understanding their cuisine when loud hushed whispers interrupted their mock argument from the table behind them. Not worried beyond the interruption to their conversation the pair continued on enjoying the companionable night.

As the evening was coming to a close and Nate and Andy were full on the atmosphere provided from an enjoyable evening, they said there thanks to the staff and proceeded onto the quiet streets on London. On exiting the restaurant, mind muddled from the wine and reflexes languid and sluggish Andrea is pulled roughly to the left and down the side ally, shushed by an agitated looking Nate. Not understanding what is happening and why in gods name is Nate acting like a spy out of a James Bond movie, Andy opens her mouth to supply an indignant retort when he covers her mouth and again shushes her while pointing to a dark town car parked on the street.

"Jesus Nate. What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you were going to mug me." Andy half whispers pushing herself closer to the brick wall of the ally.

"Shush Andy. The men from the restaurant are over there and I'm trying to hear what they're saying," murmurs Nate while sliding closer to the street making sure to keep himself out of sight.

"Jeez. You are as bad as a spy, in a bad spy movie." Andy replies.

"Why would you even want to know what their 'PRIVATE' conversation is about anyway?" She's confused, disorientated and not a little put out by Nate's odd behaviour. Tapping her foot impatiently against the concrete walkway, she makes a show of her displeasure glaring until he feels it on his back like a target.

"Look Andy, I know this seems strange and you don't understand, but I'll explain once we're back at the motel." Nate quickly replies, hoping to gain at least a few minutes of restrained silence.

Andy crosses her arms over her chest and replies with a miffed "you better".

After making sure the gentlemen had cleared from their line of sight Andy and Nate continued the walk back to their motel in relative silence. Being put out by getting dragged in to an ally unsuspecting and told to shush multiple times Andy couldn't of cared less what these 'men' had been discussing, but Nate had been pensive the entire walk back and something had to give. She was going to get answers out of him and he was just going to have to play along. On arriving at their room Andy went directly to the bathroom and changed into some more comfortable clothes in preparation for her interrogation. Walking back into the joined living area she found Nate sitting on the couch, hands covering his face.

"What gives Nate? Explain to me what all that was about?" She's all self-righteous attitude, his behaviour making her anxious and in turn short and blunt.

"Look Andy I'll tell you everything but you need to sit be quiet and hear me out. You're not going to like what I have to tell you so you have to promise to remain calm. Can you do that?" Nate finally releases the grip he was holding his face hostage with and implores her with a pleading look to understand.

"Yeah, yes I can do that." Her reply is quiet now, unsure. No longer bolstered by her earlier aggravation she sits beside him and waits patiently for him to explain.

Andy would later look back on that night three and a half years after walking away from Miranda in Paris as the most pivotal moment in her life. It was an average mundane Tuesday in the middle of an upscale London restaurant where he life would be unequivocally changed.

A/N Cheers...hoping to get a few more chapters out over the weekend, so stay tuned.

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