Thank you everyone for your wonderful (some threatening) reviews. Since you've all asked so nicely (or threatening), here is the follow up chapter to my oneshot. ;)
I hope it's what you've all wanted!
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Miranda Priestly didn't think her day could get better after the atrocious day she had to endure and still trying to endure. From the incompetency with her staff, the rained out photoshoot, to the horrid budget meeting with the little, sniveling troll called Irv Ravitz. He's always trolling Runway , making unwarranted pass at the Clackers while finding excuses to cut her budget in half.
She was already very irritable and at the end of her wits with October's sorry excuse for a layout when Nigel's phone went off during their meeting, making her even more displeased. Shooting him one of her deadliest glare, she snapped out, "Am I keeping you from something more important than this layout Nigel?"
She watched as Nigel gulped then glanced down at his phone before looking at her. He ran his hand over his bald head and wiped the sweat at the side of this brow. "Uh, N-no," Nigel stammered out. "Sorry, it's just Six sending an S.O.S message to me."
Hearing the blasted nickname Nigel had given her Andrea, Miranda's dismal mood perked up for a quick second before she quickly masked it with a bored, uninterested look, realizing that she's still surrounded by a handful of her senior staff.
"Oh?" Miranda said in a disinterested tone.
'S.O.S.'
'Operation bail me out NOW! PLEASE! *praying hands emoji*'
Nigel chuckled at text before looking back up at Miranda. "She's on a first date with some guy she's been talking to and apparently it isn't going too well. Sorry Miranda, I just need to call her real quick to give her an out."
Miranda pursed her lips and glared at Nigel, causing him to freeze in his seat. "Ah, I guess Six can wait a bit longer."
She turned her focus back to the rest of her staff and began giving them a list of action items she needed them to handle in order to make the October's layout look less like a trainwreck that it currently is before dismissing them for the evening.
"Nigel, stay. Emily, close the door on the way out. That's all."
"Yes, Miranda."
The rest of the staff hurriedly grabbed their belongings and rushed out of Miranda's office to do her bidding. Meanwhile, Nigel squirmed in his seat, it had been awhile since he'd been on this end of Miranda's wrath so he's not sure what Miranda wanted to do with him. She silently stared at him for what felt like hours, seeming to debate with herself, before rising from her desk and walking over to her window. Silence reigned on them, with Miranda staring out at New York's evening skyline and Nigel staring at Miranda, trying to get a read on her body language.
"Where is she?"
Miranda's question startled Nigel out of his reverie. Confused and a bit lost, he asked, "Excuse me?"
Rolling her eyes while still staring out, she huffed in annoyance and repeated herself, "Where. Is. She?"
Nigel looked at Miranda with a mildly confused look before his eyes widened when it dawned on him what, or more like who she's asking about. He let out an uncomfortable laugh then said, "She's at a sports bar called Red Dog Saloon. Apparently, her date had picked it out. Should have been a big hint right there, really."
Miranda ran her thumb over her lips as she thought about the situation, debating if she should or shouldn't she. Maybe she should just let it go and let Nigel handle it. Making up her mind, she started to tell Nigel to just go ahead and handle it, only to say something completely different.
"Message her back and tell her you'll be there soon."
"Um… I will?"
Miranda turned and glared at him.
"Right, I will."
He pulled out his phone and proceed to text Andrea back. 'Be there soon.' Once done, he looked back up at Miranda. "Okay, I've sent it. Guess I should head out and rescue her now."
Miranda waved him off and said, "I'll do it. Get back to work Nigel. October's issue won't create itself."
Eyes widen in surprise, he sputtered out, "Y-You?! Ah, Miranda, are you sure? It's a loud and rowdy sports bar."
She pursed her lips and glared.
"Right, of course you're sue. I'll get back to work."
"And Night, don't even think of warning her," Miranda said just as he walked out of her office, causing him to pause momentarily.
"I won't."
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Sitting in the back of the town car, Miranda starts to question her decision again. What did she expect to come from this little rescue excursion? She hadn't had any contact with Andrea since the wayward girl had abandoned her a year and four months ago. Sure she had seen the girl at events and on the streets from time to time, but those encounters were at a distance. They never crossed the invisible line that they had somehow mutually agreed upon whenever they came across one another. There was brief eye contact, but that was all it was, a brief eye contact.
The closer they got to the sports bar, the more nervous she got, which was ridiculous. She's Miranda Priestly, the Editor-in-Chief of Runway , she held all the powers. Yet, here she is, palms getting sweaty, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and the fear of this being a big mistake. As the Red Dog Saloon comes within eyesight, Miranda closed her eyes and went through the meditation exercises she'd learn in her yoga classes to calm her nerves and get her head on straight. After all, she's Miranda Priestly, she has an image to uphold.
Feeling the town car come to a complete stop, Miranda opened her eyes and slipped on her La Priestly face. Prada sunglasses and purse on her arm, she slipped out of the car effortlessly with nothing out of place. Ignoring everyone around her, she strolled into the sports bar and did a quick sweep of the restaurant before locating Andrea and her date at a booth on the other side of the bar. Taking a mental deep breath, she sauntered over to Andrea's booth.
Seeing the two of them sitting at the booth with not much of a conversation or interaction going on made her happy and want to smirk at the foolish boy for thinking he can match up with her Andrea. 'How dare he, when I, myself, didn't even match up to Andrea.'
"Andrea," she said in a low pitch voice.
She watched as Andrea and the foolish boy both looked over at her in surprise. Once Andrea realized that she was really standing there before them, she stood up and silently took her in. Miranda returned the perusal, taking in Andrea's lovely form in True Religion Halle skinny jeans and red Versace v-neck shirt.
"Uh, excuse me," her date said. "I'm sorry, but we're in the middle of a date."
Before turning to the foolish boy, she noticed Andrea wincing at her date's misguided act of bravery. ' Oh foolish boy, I eat people like you everyday.'
"Hm yes," Miranda began, before smirking at him and said, "Thank you for taking my wife out on such a lovely date, but I am here to bring her home."
Miranda took great pleasure in Andrea's and her date's shock look, with their eyes widen and mouth agape.
"W-wife?" Her date stuttered out.
Miranda ignored him and looked over at Andrea. They stared at one another briefly, then without thought, she reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair away from Andrea's face. "Are you done being mad at me, darling?" Miranda asked softly. 'Have you forgiven me for Paris?'
She watched as various emotions flashed through Andrea's face. "I… Um…"
"Come, let's go home. The children are waiting," Miranda said, while she took Andrea's hand firmly into her own and steered her towards the exit.
Not wanting to give Andrea a chance to run away once they leave the bar, she tightened her grip on Andrea's hand as she pulled her towards the waiting town car. Roy opened the back door for them and Miranda motioned for Andrea to slide in first, not willing to take the risk of Andrea fleeing, before following her inside. As Roy drove off, they both sat in silence. Miranda wasn't sure what she should do now that Andrea was in the car with her. She didn't have a plan when she had decided to be the one to save her Andrea from the bad date.
Glancing over at Andrea, she can see the silly girl fighting with herself internally. Andrea's face, like a movie reel, showed confusion, guilt, and… dared she hope… love and affection? With that blip of hope, she decides to take the bulls by its horn and reveal to Andrea how she feels for the silly girl. Hopefully, she doesn't regret it in the end.
"If you wanted a bad first date Andrea, all you had to do was ask me," she said, breaking the silence.
Andrea whipped her head around and stared at her in surprise. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle as Andrea opened and closed her mouth. It seems she really threw the silly girl off her feet once again that evening. In a teasing mood, she winked at Andrea then smirk in challenge.
Andrea shook her head and let out a chuckle of her own. "You're something else Priestly. God I've missed you."
Miranda's heart fluttered as she heard Andrea declared aloud that she missed her. They stared at one another again, both using that few seconds to get bearings. Softly clearing her throat, Miranda said, "Well, here I am. What are you going to do to fix the problem?"
She watched at Andrea sat up straighter, transforming from a shy, timid girl, to a strong, confident woman. "By taking you out on a bad first date," Andrea stated.
Miranda smirked and said, "What makes you think I'd agree to go on this date?'
Andrea returned the smirk with one of her own and responded with, "How can anyone turn down a bad first date?"
"Do you promise it'll be bad?"
"It'll be so bad that you'll agree to a second date."
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I would tease again and said this was it, BUT there will be a third chapter and it'll be about their bad first date. Stay tune!