A/N: This is an idea that came to mind while I was drinking my coffee (no, mine was not center-of-the-sun-hot).

A/N.2: Your reviews determine the future of this fic. Please review!

A/N.3: So it may be a little unconventional that Miranda decided to wear a crop top and leather jacket, but oh well.

A/N.4: As always my good peeps, don't forget to enjoy your reading!

Much Love,

Donna

I am standing at the window of my penthouse suite, staring out at the city below. I hate this godforsaken city, the city of love. There has been a void in my heart. It has been a year since she left me, a year since Andrea left me on the steps of Place de la Concorde and, left that void. Now, it was the day before Paris Fashion Week's wrap-up party. I knew that someone from the New York Mirror was allegedly going to cover the party, based on the hearsay I overheard at the hotel bar. Now if my intuition serves me right which, is almost always the case, Andrea is the reporter that is going to cover the party. I needed to find out if it was true. I haven't talked to Andrea since I gave her the recommendation for the job she wanted. I desperately wanted to but did not know how to contact her, I called the one person who I know has kept talking to her after her departure.

"Hello?"

"You've kept in touch with Andrea, have you not?"

"Yes Miranda, I have kept in touch with Six. Why do you ask?"

"You know Nigel, I do not explain myself. This is going to be the one exception. I find myself wondering how she is and.. and I need to find out if she's to cover the party tomorrow night for the Mirror."

"She told me not to tell you. However, you're my boss and I dare not, to disappoint you. She is indeed covering the party. But there is a reason she hasn't tried to contact you. It's complicated Miranda. She's..."

"Nigel you know how hesitancy thrills me. Now spit it out. I need to know how she is doing.. I... I.."

"Miranda, do you love Andy? Is that why you're desperate to see how she is?"

"As outlandish as the idea may seem, yes. Yes Nigel, I do love my Andrea. With my whole being. This whole year has been rather torturous not knowing anything. The worse part is that.. that she will not reciprocate my feelings. That is what makes me nervous about this whole ordeal."

" The thought may be outlandish to some, but not to Andy. I can wholeheartedly say that she will reciprocate. Especially, knowing what I do. Knowing that you love her. Go find her, Miranda. Tell her how you feel. Try checking that cafe down the street from the hotel..."

"Thank you and goodbye, Nigel. That's all."

I haven't the slightest idea of what to wear. But eventually, what I decided to wear was an outfit I don't usually wear. Something that might entice my Andrea just in case I do see her. I went to the armoire, and pulled out a purple colored crop top with a sweetheart neckline from, Balmain. Then, I grabbed a pair of high waisted dark-wash jeans and of course, my favorite 5 inch Prada heels. Who would of thought that I, Miranda Priestly, would wear crop tops and high waisted jeans?

As I left, I put my sunglasses on as well as a light leather jacket due to the slight chill. As I made way down the street to the cafe, my thoughts wandered to what could happen. Will she accept the invitation to be my girlfriend? What if Nigel is wrong and, she does not reciprocate the feelings? If she accepts it, and it lasts forever, will we get married? Maybe add a few little ones into the mix? Ah bloody hell. Priestly you need to stop overthinking this. Take a deep breath and do not let the 'Dragon Lady' interfere. Let Andrea see the real you. The Miranda Priestly that the twins know, the woman Andrea seen when you got the divorce papers, shine through. You got this. Now, go get the woman of your dreams. You deserve it. When I entered the cafe, the atmosphere around me, changed immediately. I looked to my left in saw her. I saw my Andrea sitting in a corner booth all by herself, her back was turned towards me. I silently ordered my center-of-the-sun hot coffee, with a whisper. Here goes nothing I thought to myself as I made my way over to where she sat in the corner booth, by herself.

As I was sitting down, I said one of the cheesiest and horrible pick up lines. Jesus, Priestly, that's the best you could come up with? "What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting here all by yourself?" The look on her face, was one that I couldn't tell if she was amused or scared shitless, or both. "You.. Wait... You think I'm pretty?" I snorted, "Well hello to you too Andrea. And yes, my darling, I find you to be quite attractive. Which brings to the table, a topic I need to speak to you about. Will you be able to listen without yourself becoming disgusted or horrified to the point of running away?" She nodded her answer of wanting me to continue speaking.

"I talked to Nigel this morning. I knew someone form the New York Mirror, was going to cover the Paris Fashion Week wrap-up party. He told me that you didn't want to divulge any information but, he told me anyways..." I smirked because judging by the look in her eyes and where her eyes were staring, I knew my planned outfit had the desired effect. "Andrea darling, my eyes are up here." She had the most adorable blush creep up her neck and into her cheeks. "Sorry." she muttered as she looked up at me. "I am truly flattered by your staring. But anyways, as I was saying, somehow, Nigel managed to coax out of me a confession. I.. I... My dear Andrea, it seems you have captured my heart, and I have fallen for you. I told Nigel that and told him, it didn't matter. It didn't matter because the feelings could not be reciprocated. Do you know what Nigel told me? He..." I paused to take a deep breath and to take a sip of coffee. "Nigel told me that... That the feelings were indeed, reciprocated. Is that true, Andrea?" I said as I looked up from my coffee. She gave me a wide grin. "Yes Miranda, they are." I moved to sit next to her. "Well that brings me to ask you this, Andrea would you be my girlfriend and my date to the wrap up party?" She said nothing except "Yes Miranda." Then she kissed me. She kissed me with a fierce passion. Passion that had been built up for over a year. The kiss was the beginning of our future.

The beginning of the future between Andrea and myself, was a bright one. The two things that brought us together, were simple. With a little help from Nigel, it all started with a coffee.

Okay guys, so this is my first attempt at a one-shot. I'd like to think that has potential for a full on multi-chapter fic. If it does turn into a multi-chapter fic, I might need help with somethings as I usually just write fluff for the DWP fandom. If you want to, feel free to message me any suggestions you have. Let me know what y'all think. :)