Hi again, I'm back. I forgot disclaimers... but yes, I'm not making any money and nothing belongs to me...
This was my first story and I had NO IDEA I would get any reviews at all so thank you for supporting :P Lol also hi Anon-with-the-fierce-long-paragraph, your review was AWESOME it really really made me laugh and lo ldon't you worry, miranda's heart might be broken but it will be fixed, I guarantee it ;)
Anyway, sorry for any typos or weird sentences; english isn't my first language but I try. Enjoy!
Swirling his wine, Christian Thompson tilted his head and smirked with a touch of arrogance, as if he knew this was the way to charm any lady. It wasn't entirely ineffective, Andy felt like the sexiest woman in the world when he looked at her that way, but she was more concerned with another matter.
Two hours ago, she had seen Miranda Priestly behind the facade. Not some demanding monster, or cruel employer, or icy editor, but who she really was, Miranda. Andy has seen glimpses of that character, not often but they were certainly there. Caring glances when Andy delivered the book at too late of an hour (sometimes even casually asking how she's getting home, pretending to be indifferent of course), kind reminders for her daughters to bring their sleeping bags with them on a sleepover, encouraging looks when Nigel asks for the approval of a new idea… Miranda Priestly was a different person at times. And tonight was one of them, but a rather heart-breaking version, Andy thought.
Seeing Miranda like that made Andy felt as if a knife twisted in her heart. She was aware of how powerless she was, how nothing she did could help Miranda, and how she could do nothing other than her insignificant job. She wished she could suddenly transpose into one of her daughters, or anyone Miranda trusted enough to be comfort by. Andy wanted nothing more than to take Miranda in her arms and tell her it would be ok. Everything would be alright. But she couldn't, because she was Andrea Sachs, a lowly assistant.
It wasn't that Andy completely ignored her feelings toward Miranda. In truth, she had spend quite an amount of time trying to figure out what it was. Hero-worship, girl crush, respect, jealousy? And then timorously she would toy with the notion of love, as if merely thinking about that word would make her fall for Miranda, if she hasn't already, that is. Thinking it wouldn't really matter, because why would it be, Andy wasn't planning to act on such feelings and even if she did... the fear of the consequences stopped her from thinking any further. So whenever she tried to figure out this 'feeling' towards the editor, she stopped in her tracks.
So when Christian offered to take her for a walk around The city, she gracefully excused herself, saying she's got work to finish. When, really, she has nothing to do and isn't even sure how being in the same hotel could possibly help Miranda feel better. she just had to be there.
After a while, Andy began thinking about what she could do, and how she could help. Which were both depressing subjects as her answers were both 'nothing'. Discovering no alcoholic beverages in her fridge, she made her way downstairs into the 24-hour bar. it was almost two a.m. And Andy thought it a good thing that there would probably be no one drinking their problems away pathetically.
Nevertheless, it took Andy no more than two seconds to realize that the bar wasn't unoccupied, in fact, Miranda was sitting right on the fourth barstool, staring emptily at her glass of whiskey.
Miranda had looked defeated, in her own way. She wasn't slanting or not keeping her posture or anything, none of those leaning on the table things. She didn't even look drunk, no flushes on her cheeks, no stuttering of any sorts at all. Instead She sat upright and gracefully, almost like she was waiting for someone and it probably seemed perfectly fine to anyone else but Andy. Andy Sachs knew too well. She could see the sadness and confusion in those azure eyes, so she made her way across the room.