Hi, thanks for those who kept reading and responding, y'all are making my day 3 hope you enjoy chapter 14 when the action picks up a little ;)

Nigel got off of work at 9:47, 17 minutes late to what he had told Andy to meet him in the lobby by. Which meant that Andy had to alternate between panicking and doing breathing exercises and prep talking herself to calm her fucking tits while she waited in the lobby wondering if Miranda might be getting out of the elevator at any given second. 17 minutes is a long time.

But she should've known better because she doesn't remember Miranda ever leaving that building before 10 except for a function or her daughters' recitals. Never for Stephen though, she chuckled, thinking to herself.

Eventually, Nigel paced out of the elevator, and they made their way into a bar nearby - one of those "modern rustic" places with a lesbian bartender who has a very cool tattoo on her bicep. (You can see it because she's wearing a leather tank top, one of those)

Andy briefly thought about complimenting the tattoo, but then decided against it because she wrote this article about how bartenders are so annoyed when customers try to talk to them because they're here to make you drinks, not to be your therapist. So instead, she just ordered a vodka soda and turned to Nigel.

"So... any ideas on what I should do about Miranda?"

Nigel chuckled and said the same thing he's always said, "You know she likes you. As much as she is capable of liking anyone. But I don't gossip with her. I don't know what she wants with you. A relationship? Sounds unreal. But at the same time, I didn't think she was capable of liking anyone and she certainly likes you."

"Do you think she's just lonely? Like she just needs to be with someone but then tortures them because she knows they'll fall in love with her?"

Nigel widened his eyes and finished his 2nd drink, "Six? Are you in love with her?"

Andy hated this part, because she hasn't admitted it to anyone but she's done it to herself enough times that it didn't matter anymore.

"I was. Yeah. I didn't want to admit it at the time but I fell for her while we were working together, I guess. And when you know, that night happened, I really thought we had a shot."

"A shot at...?"

"I don't know. Being together? Acknowledging the chemistry between us? Maybe something special? I don't know. I just really didn't expect her to just turn and walk away as if nothing happened. Even though I knew that was a possibility, deep down I didn't believe that would happen. Miranda pulled one on me."

Nigel ordered another drink, and sighed. "I don't know, six. She was really quick to rescue you that one time when she got you a hotel room and she clearly didn't want you to be with that girl you were gunna hook up with. She took you home and took care of you. I think she really cares about you."

"But you don't understand! She broke my heart when I cared about HER! She slept with me and pretended like I was crazy for thinking that it meant anything. It just makes me so angry, Nigel. It's like I wanna get back at her for hurting me, and I'm not usually that kind of person."

"Ha, you should just sleep with her, haha."

Nigel's drunk, he's chuckling like a baby now and slurring, Andy could see that. But in that moment, the idea seemed to be good despite the intoxication.

"God I wish I could. But yanno what, for now, why don't I just take a shot so I can get to your level, because you seem so fucking carefree?"

The bar was getting louder now, and on the side stage, a drag show was starting. The crowd was going crazy and loving the numbers. Andy and Nigel joined them on the dance floor and it was easy to forget about Miranda in that moment. They danced and sang and Andy felt really great. So great that when Nigel asked to go home, she was excited about her own bed and passing out.

"Okay, I'm gunna run to the bathroom, don 't call the uber yet."

Andy stumbled into one of the stalls, drunkenly aware that there were two women making out in the stall next to hers and moaning. That sounds kinda hot, she thought.

When she pulled out her phone she saw a text pop up from Miranda.

Miranda Priestly?

It said, "Hi, I just wanted to check to see if you are okay. You did not say goodbye when you left my house a couple mornings ago."

That's so stupid. Andy thought. And as she sat on the toilet, she typed, "I'm fine. What are you up to?"

And twenty minutes later, she was standing outside Miranda's townhouse.