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Chapter 3 – Signs
"Andréa"
Andy stood still, she opened her mouth but nothing came out. Of course she had thought about seeing Miranda again and what she would say to her, scenarios of shouting out her love to the older woman. Two months wasn't all that long to not see another person but god was it enough to miss Miranda especially when Andy was in love with her. This was not the way Andy wanted to see Miranda, working in a little coffee shop it was demeaning and after Miranda gave Andy a recommendation to The Mirror to hire her. It was bound to look like Andy didn't respect Miranda and that was so wrong on many levels.
Miranda recovered from the initial shock first,
"Really Andréa can you not string two words together? I used to remember having to tell you to be quiet with your constant babbling."
Miranda's voice was icy and stern but Andréa didn't even flinch, to just hear her voice again was heavenly and maybe there was a tiny bit of arousal. Andy mentally shook herself and looked at Miranda and gave her best smile,
"Sorry Miranda, I was just shocked I guess, I never thought I'd see you again and in all places here, so coffee then."
Miranda looked clearly bored with what Andy was saying but gave a small nod regarding the coffee question. There was a moment where neither woman spoke until Miranda cleared her throat and raised her eyebrow; it broke Andy out of the trance she was in.
"Right coffee, if I remember it's a tall latte, two sugars and scalding hot." Andy muttered, of course she knew what Miranda's coffee was like she was going to forget? Miranda waited impatiently she had heard to quiet remark about her coffee and was a little bit surprised that Andréa still remembered but she didn't let that show. In fact behind the steely mask, she was shaking and her heart was beating wildly. Was it not just last night she was crying herself to sleep thinking about Andréa and how much she missed her, and the feelings she had which she knew now were love. This was all too much for Miranda and she hated how much her feeling for Andréa were consuming her, it was like she wasn't in control of herself anymore and Miranda was always in control.
Finishing the coffee, Andy handed it to Miranda not before asking how her girls were. Miranda melted at the question. That was Andréa for you always thinking of other people, one of many reasons why Miranda felt like she did. Replying to the question, telling Andréa they were staying at their Fathers for two weeks Miranda then bid goodbye to Andréa and walked towards the exit. She turned around one last time and Andréa was still standing there looking at her,
"Come back soon." Andy practically shouted.
Miranda's lip curled into a small smile before leaving an embarrassed Andy standing behind the counter, she buried her head in her hands, 'Come back soon'…
"What the fuck" Andy muttered.
Could that have gone any worse, Andy looked over at Nancy who had stopped cleaning and was looking at Andy smirking. It made Andy blush again,
"Yeah I know." Andy sighed.
Well if Andy did had any doubts about her feelings for Miranda, the short reunion washed the doubt away, her feelings only heightened and it made Andy even more miserable knowing she would never be with Miranda.
-DWP-
Miranda left the coffee shop and walked to where Roy was waiting, he opened the car door and she gracefully stepped in. Getting herself settled in the back she then thought about what had happened and she laughed. Come back soon, she could see Andréa cringe at her choice of words but after all it was funny, of course if she didn't well love Andréa it would be different she probably would have made a cutting remark. It was a funny world Miranda thought, the traffic and her needing coffee and the one shop she enters is where Andréa was working, it sure felt like a sign but Miranda dismissed that silly notion. She had so many questions to ask Andréa, why was she working there was one, another if she was well but Miranda never asked questions, maybe she would accept Andréa's invitation of going back and get her questions answered. She looked out the window and realised they had yet to move, looking at Roy she knew he was waiting for to say she was ready. With a nod of her head, Roy started the car and they sped off to Runway.
Miranda walked into her townhouse, it would soon be 10pm and she was exhausted it seemed everything wanted to go wrong today, the wrong tops for the shoot, then her now ex-assistant had spilt coffee all over her table. Emily was practically having a melt down after watching the scene, Miranda had to assure Emily that it was not her fault but to find another assistant. She went straight upstairs to her office and sat down, she still had The Book to look through when it was delivered. She knew it would be about another hour before 'The Book' would be delivered and after pouring a generous amount of Whiskey she let her thoughts stray to the unexpected meeting with Andréa, she hadn't actually thought of anything else. There were many times Miranda cursed herself for having feelings for the young brunette and that was the biggest reason, the age difference there was no way Andréa would ever reciprocate Miranda's feelings, again she hated feeling this emotional about it but she tried to push the feelings away, she had tried not to feel anything but nothing worked. Now after seeing Andréa again, Miranda just wanted to grab Andréa and kiss her. Foolish thoughts that would never happen, there was always a little bit of hope that Miranda carried with her but that was only that hope. None of it mattered, it was a wonder that Andréa actually spoke to Miranda she had pushed Andréa away when she wanted to help Miranda with her divorce, she had done an unthinkable act to Nigel her friends and then made that comment which caused Andréa to leave.
There was a burning desire to apologise to Andréa, after everything she really wanted to say sorry. Even if she was to never see Andréa again however much that would hurt she needed Andréa to know how sorry she was. Miranda looked at her watch, 11.45pm it read.
"45 Minutes thinking about Andréa…I only wish what she was doing to me!" Speaking to no one but herself, Miranda was growing frustrated. Maybe she needed to see someone and talk about these feelings it wasn't healthy to think this much over someone was it?
Miranda picked up her cell phone and looked at her contacts, Andréa's name was staring at her and she clicked it. She had acquired Andréa's personal number not her runway one from Andréa herself with the explanation being just in case she couldn't get hold of Andréa. Coming up with phone or text she hit text, not feeling confident enough to actually ring her and plus she had a feeling Andréa would have changed her number anyway. She looked at the empty text space and placed her phone on the table, really what would she put? Taking a big sip of her whisky for courage she told herself, she picked up her phone again and typed two words and her initials.
I'm Sorry. MP
Without thinking about it she hit send and then she thought about it and started to panic a little bit. If Andréa did still have the number she knew a number of questions would come her way about the text and Miranda didn't feel ready to have a face to face conversation to Andréa yet.
- -DWP-
Andy had just finished her shift it was a late one tonight, entering her apartment she collapsed on her couch and stretched her muscles. Sitting upright one name slipped out of her mouth in a whisper.
"Miranda Priestly."
Andy still couldn't get over actually seeing her today and then that god awful comment, but thinking about it now it was quite funny. Chuckling Andy went over to her fridge and took some juice out, trailing back to the couch she heard her phone beep. Digging deep in her pocked she pulled it out and opened the text message, her heart had literally stopped seeing who it was off. She looked utterly confused reading the text; did someone take Miranda's phone? There was no way this was Miranda, all it said was,
I'm Sorry. MP
She took a deep breath and tried to ring the number but all she got was voicemail, instead she sent a text.
Who are you? this cannot possibly be Miranda…Andy.
Seconds later a second text, Andy opened and smiled.
Andréa, did you fall down and smack your little head on the pavement? I can assure you that it is indeed me. MP
It was Miranda…so what was with the first text?
Okay so it's you, why are you sorry Miranda? I really don't understand?
Andy waited and waited, phone in hand for another text but nothing. Sighing she rose from the couch and made her way to the bedroom, getting into her pyjamas she got under the covers and she fell asleep thinking about Miranda's text.
It wasn't till Andy was in a deep sleep till her phone beeped again.
