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Bobbseys, What Did You Sign Me Up For?

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Andy was feeling very happy the day after she had watched MasterChef with her friends. She was also feeling braver and decided she would ask Draconis if she would like to meet in person.

"Hi, Draconis! How are you? :)"

The mysterious woman replied not much later, as usual. They always talked at the same hour, so unless something work-related prevented from doing so, the other woman would always reply back soon after.

"I'm fine, thank you. And you?"


Miranda smiled to herself. Surely this had to do with the ex and his humiliation on MasterChef before the eyes of the whole country.

"Did you watch MasterChef last night?"

"I did."

"Wasn't it amazing? I can't believe karma exists! I must have a guardian angel or something like that."

Yes, something like that.

"I'm glad he exposed himself. And believe me: he won't be working as a Chef in this country, maybe not even in Europe."

"How can you be so sure?"

"His tantrum and despicable acts are all over the internet, so the most important cooks, who surely must have watched the show, know what he did. Otherwise someone must have told them about it; maybe a co-worker, a friend, a family member…And I don't know, let's just say I have a feeling." the silver-haired woman replied, with a proud smile. "And I have contacts" she thought.

"So, I just wanted to ask you something. I've been wanting to for a while really."

"Go ahead."

"Would you like to meet, like for a cup of coffee?"

Oh. Miranda knew this had to happen eventually, but she did not expect it to happen so soon. She will know is me, finally. She may reject me, she will probably be furious when she knows she's been speaking to me for the last weeks, but that's a risk I decided to take.

Andy felt unsure now, seeing the woman was not replying, "You know what? Forget I asked, it's stupid, we barely know each other anyway, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"No, no, I want to. When would you like to meet?"

"Say this Saturday? Does that work for you?"

"Yes. Where would you like to meet?"

"How about the Starbucks near that Elias-Clark building? I just happen to know their coffee is really good."

Miranda was surprised Andy had chosen that place in particular. Maybe she had fond memories of the time she worked for her. Sure, she had fond memories of running marathons to get her damn coffee… She shook her head.

"Acceptable. Say, 9 am?"

"Alright! :D"

"I'll place my copy of 'Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone' on the table so you can recognize me."

"Okay. See you on then :)"

Andy was very excited about it. She could already feel butterflies in her stomach at the prospect of meeting her mysterious woman. Oh, my God, she said yes! I'm finally gonna see her!

They kept talking for a little longer, and Andy sent a message to her friends' groupchat, telling them the news.




What?! :O


I just asked my milf out!


About time, Six! So, what was her answer?


She probably replied that she is gonna bring her bloody children with her. Guess what, kids? Mommy just got you a nanny for free! ◔_◔


Don't be like that, cutie pie! This is so sweet! Good for you, Andy ^^


Thank you Serena! Did you just call Em cutie pie?! ಥ_ಥ


NO, SHE DID NOT! That was her autocorrect feature! She meant "cut the pie", 'cause I did one and it's sweet because hello? It's a BLOODY CAKE!


Someone's salty… maybe it's because it's true what they say


What 'who' say?


You know, Serena and you are dating, it took you so long…




Me. And Six. And Doug.


You two were so obvious the other day, you even hold hands!


Well, the cat is out of the bag now, so might as well enjoy ourselves without hiding, don't you think?


Whatever, but don't you dare call me pet names at work, understood? I have a reputation to keep!


Oh, honey, I love it when you get mad, it's so cute!


I am NOT cute, I'm fierce and I won't listen to this rubbish anymore!

[ Nigel and Andy both sent popcorn emojis ]


Guys, we need to get back to Andy and her milf!


So, your place or hers? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


Eww! We are just gonna meet over coffee, it's our very first date! I don't even know what she looks like, but she'll bring a Harry Potter book with her.


It's like in the movies! Aww!


You got yourself two kids and a nerd, brilliant


Good luck on your date! Promise you will tell us everything :)


Of course!

The rest of the week went by a bit slow for Andy's liking. Work days usually felt long because she still had not got the chance to write a story for The Mirror. She counted the days until it was Saturday, finally! She had barely got any sleep last night due to her nerves.

She had changed, trying to look presentable, but casual, so she chose to wear her favorite pair of jeans to feel comfortable, a white t-shirt with a random text in black letters, and her leather jacket. Lesbians liked chicks in leather, right? Right? She finally grabbed her black bag and headed to the metro station.

Miranda was looking at herself in the mirror, not sure about what outfit to choose. It was always the same with her: she could easily pick up the perfect outfit for work, but when it came to dating… well, that was a completely different story. I don't think a dress will do this time, maybe this blouse…

"Mom! Aren't you gonna tell us about the man you're dating?" Caroline asked standing next to the doorframe, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yeah, you could at least tell us how he looks like or something!" Cassidy made an appearance too.

Miranda chuckled. They really did not know what they did when they registered her on that dating site.

"What's so funny?" they both asked at the same time.

"Bobbseys, remember the night I came home and you were creating a profile for me on that website?" she asked, and when they nodded, she continued, "You were so afraid I would catch you and punish you for doing that, you didn't realize something."

"Uh-oh. What is it?" Cassidy asked, worried, since she had been the one who had hit the "send" button.

"You selected the bisexual option."

"Wait, you're dating a woman?" Caroline asked, frowning.

"Yes, Bobbsey. Well, we're just friends, but this may turn into something else if we're meant to be."

"You're gay, mom?!" Cassidy asked, confused, "But how? You married our dad, and that pig whose name I won't say."

"I made a mistake marrying them, my girls, because at that time, I didn't know any better. Society makes you believe only one option is normal, and the rest are not. My parents wanted me to settle down and get married, and I did so because 'it was the right thing to do'.

"Would you go back in time and avoid marrying dad?" Caroline asked.

"No, Bobbsey, because then I wouldn't have you, my wonderful girls." the Editor replied kissing each of them on their heads.

"And the pig?" Cassidy asked this time.

"Yes, that is a mistake I could've lived without. Now, please help your mother choose something for today's date, will you?"

"Yes!" the twins loved playing personal shoppers. In fact, whenever they went shopping, they liked to pretend one of them was the client, and the other one, the person who would help the former choose her clothes.

Later, Andy arrived at Starbucks, and looked around. Today it was not that crowded, so she easily spotted a book on a table that was far away from the entrance. The person sitting there was reading a big newspaper, so she could not see her. She approached the table, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Andy cleared her throat, "Dr… Draconis?" She felt a bit stupid, because, what if it was a random person?

The person behind the newspaper slowly placed it on the table. It could not be… it was not possible! Her! Her ex-Boss was wearing a navy blue suit, which made her eyes pop, and a white blouse. Elegant as always.

"You?!" For a moment, Andy felt like her feet were glued to the ground.

"Yes." Miranda saw her date was slowly turning around, while shaking her head, "Please, Andrea, let me explain myself."

"You… all this time, you've been lying to me! How could you?!"

"But I did not. I simply did not tell you who I was."

"So you hid the truth! What difference does it make? Oh my God, I can't believe I told you about my ex, my worries, my… I'm… I'm out, I can't do this…"

Miranda quickly got up and grabbed her wrist gently, making Andy turn back to her and look her in the eye.

"Andrea, just let me tell you the reason behind this and then I promise you, if you don't want anything to do with me, I will not bother you ever again."

The brunette considered this option for a few seconds and thought that, what the Hell? She had got up early on a Saturday morning, so if she stayed it would not be in vain. Miranda went back to her seat, and the moment she did, she saw Andy leaving.

Oh, no, not again. How could she have been so stupid? Of course Andrea would leave me again. Miranda looked at the Harry Potter book with sadness, and proceeded to save it in her purse. This would be the first time she did not finish her coffee, but she refused to stay any longer here, she already felt like a loser.

"Miranda, are you alright?"

"Andrea! What are you doing here? Did you not leave?" her voice sounded weak, which she detested.

"Leave? Hell no, I came to Starbucks to have some coffee and that's exactly what I'll be doing." she said, shaking her cup of coffee a little with a smile.

"Oh." Way to go Miranda, you just made a fool out of yourself!

"Wait, did you think I...? No, I just went to grab a coffee, I'm gonna need it to hear whatever you have to tell me."

"I see." the Editor cleared her throat, "So, let's start with why do I have a profile on that site."

"I think we can skip that part, it's pretty obvious."

"No, no, I wasn't there on purpose."

"Alright, I may not be the smart girl you once hired, because I'm not following."

"It was the twins."

"The twins pranked you and started talking to me pretending to be you? They must really hate me. I'm the girl who ran away from their mother, and gave PageSix something more to talk about, ain't that right?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"No, that's not it, Andrea. They registered me on that site because they wanted to help me find someone. They must have felt I was sad because of your absence in my life."

Andy was speechless at hearing the last part.

"I caught them when they were finishing the process, and they accidentally clicked on the bisexual box, that's why I saw your profile."

"Oh, I see. But why did you start talking to me, of all people? I'm your biggest disappointment after all."

"That's not true. Well, I felt disappointed the most by you because of… Paris." she replied, her fingers fidgeting with her own cup.

"Miranda, I'm so sorry about Paris, I meant what I said."

"And what did you say?"

"I told you I wish I could turn back in time and do things right regarding the person I didn't want to talk about. That person is you, of course."

"What would you have done, then?" she asked curious.

"I would've stayed. I would've told you my dream was to become a journalist because I just love writing, that I didn't want to be an assistant anymore. I wouldn't have just turned my back on you all of a sudden, leaving you there. I still have flashes of the moment you walked those stairs, surrounded by all those paparazzi. I saw the pictures they took on Page Six, it was devastating for me to see that expression in your face, even if you were wearing your sunglasses, you were taken aback, trying to find me, and then you realized I had abandoned you, and…" Andy was tearing up, and so the Editor placed a hand on hers, to try to calm her down.

"It's alright, Andrea, I understand. I didn't at the time, I thought you hated the fact I compared you to myself and you felt it was insulting. I thought you thought it was a shame to be considered somewhat similar to me."

"No, never! I was flattered, but I just didn't think things through. I could've changed jobs without making a scene…"

"That's true, but what's done is done."

"I still don't understand how you decided to help me and wrote a reference letter for me. That was so considerate of you. I don't know how to thank you properly."

"You're now here, and decided to give me a chance to explain myself. That's a good 'thank you'." the corners of her mouth raised a little, it was almost imperceptible, but not for Andy.

"By the way, I'm sorry about your marriages. When you told me you had to do that because of your family pressuring you, I just wanted to hug you. Well, Draconis." she had now an expression of realization, "My God, your name!"

"What about it?"

"It was so obvious! You're called the Dragon Lady! It was pretty close! I'm so stupid!"

"You were just distracted by the fact it came from a Harry Potter password, that's all."

"Wow, I've missed hearing you say that." she said, beaming at her.

"Say what, Harry Potter?" How could she miss her ordering her to get the manuscript? Maybe she had hit her head on the pavement after all.

"No, you silly!" Andy opened her eyes widely, realizing she had just called Miranda Priestly silly, "I mean, uh… the 'that's all'."

"You must be the luckiest woman in the world. The one that got away and the one who called the Dragon Lady 'silly' without dying in the process." the silver-haired woman muttered amused, taking another sip of her coffee.

Andy stared at her lovingly.

"I really am something."

"You're also so humble." she rolled her eyes.

"I just can't believe you are here with me. And by the way, you still haven't answered my question. Why did you start talking to me?"

"I wanted to reconnect."

"To reconnect? Why? I thought you hated me, although the recommendation letter told me otherwise, I was confused about that, but grateful."

"I couldn't hate you, Andrea. Especially not since the Benefit."

"The Benefit?" Andy asked with a pensive expression. "Oh, yes, the one in which Emily wore Valentino and was very sick."

"And why is my first assistant so relevant all of a sudden?" Miranda asked with a stern look, raising an eyebrow.

"She was very annoying that week, saying she couldn't get sick because 'she was wearing Valentino, for crying out loud!' Andy made her best impression of a British accent, making her ex-Boss chuckle. She had never thought she would ever see her like this.

"I see. Well, as I was saying…"

"God, and you were so sexy, exposing your shoulders like that, and the… alright, sorry, I won't interrupt you again." she said a bit embarrassed.

"No, no, by all means, continue. And the what, Andrea?" she asked, playfully.

"The cleavage." she nodded, as if she was confessing to some awful sin she had committed, blushing furiously.

"I knew I wasn't imagining things. You kept checking me out all night." she said, placing her index on her lips like the day she interviewed her and Andy had spoken back at her.

"Umm… sorry?" Andy replied with a nervous smile.

"Don't be. You saved me that night."

"Saved you?"

"From Stephen. He was drunk and was making a scene, whining about people referring to him as Mr. Priestly, then trying to insult Irv, but then you graciously intervened, grabbing Irv and asking him a question, keeping him away from the bastard I was married to at the moment."

"Oh, I remember! You muted a 'thank you' and I thought I had had too much champagne.

"That, I did. And you smiled shyly. It was adorable."

"There was always something there, whenever we were in the same room, I could notice it, but I told myself I was being stupid."

"You were never stupid and you obviously were right. I also noticed, but thought I was just an old woman having a mid-life crisis, crushing on her much younger second-assistant. What a cliché." Miranda shook her head.

"That's not it. Wanna know how I ended up in that site?"

"I'm all ears."

"I had told Nigel and Emily I had feelings for you." she made a pause to see Miranda's reaction, but her expression did not change one bit, "Anyway, they said I had to get over you, so they decided to create a profile on my behalf."

"Our destiny ended up on someone else's hands."

"Yes. But it was for the best, don't you agree?" Andy asked, hopeful.


"Wait, you once told me two co-workers were having an office romance. Who were they?"

"Emily and Serena, naturally." she replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which, it really was.

"You saw the beginning of their relationship? Lucky you! Doug, Nigel and I only knew officially very recently. But we had our suspicions."

"Doug? Who is that?"

"He's my gay friend, other than Nigel, that is. He's the only one I have left from my college years. Nate and Lily were horrible to me, and Doug called me and made sure I knew I wasn't alone."

"I like Douglas then. As for those other two rats, they better not get in my way."

"You're so hot when you get full Ice Queen mode."

"Am I?" Miranda was feeling so powerful in this instant. She loved the way Andy was looking at her. "Then you will be happy to know I know who your guardian angel is. I'm done with my coffee. Are you?"

"Yeah, I am. Wait… don't tell me YOU had something to do with the MasterChef events?!" she exclaimed, getting up of her seat.

"Yes." the Editor replied doing the same.

"Oh, my God, Miranda. How? What did you do?"

"Well, I'm close friends with Gordon, so I simply called him and let him know about the background of that ex of yours, what he did to you, how cocky he could get… the rest is on Nathaniel. Gordon simply acted upon his actions and knew this douche didn't deserve a second chance, unlike Mark, who will get back to the reality. Gordon told me it could've been worse, but he's practically fully recovered."

"I'm so relieved! Doug and Nigel were devastated, they were fighting over Mark!"

"So you were watching the show with your friends? That must have been funny."

"It was! We're called the Besties Gossip Committee." she confessed with a smirk.

"What a silly name, honestly, Andrea…"

"Emily hates it too."

"Of course she does, she never disappoints me."


"What? Are you jealous?" Miranda asked with a smile, placing her sunglasses on her face slowly, a gesture that always captivated Andy when she used to work for her.

"Nah, she only has eyes for Serena, so."


"What are you thinking?"

Miranda smiled, "Meet me for lunch on Monday at my office."

"But, but Emily will freak out if she sees me waltzing in… oh."

"Yes, oh."

"Woman, you're wicked." the journalist grinned.

"So I've been told."

On Monday, Andy did as she and Miranda had planned. The moment she as much as put one foot near the place where her old desk was, Emily exclaimed:

"Andrea! What do you think you're doing? Miranda can't be disturbed, she will kill you! Have you lost your bloody mind?" the British woman started pushing her towards the exit, when someone talked behind her.

"As much I appreciate your loyalty, Emily, you can let Andrea in. I was expecting her."

"I… I… of course, Miranda." Emily went back to her seat, appalled. When the new second-assistant looked at her, she snapped: GO BACK TO WORK. I'M NOT A MONKEY AT A ZOO!

Once Andy came into Miranda's office, she closed the door.

"Here, I brought you lunch. It's your favorite."

"Hmm… sometimes I miss you being my assistant." she grabbed the bag and proceeded to place the food on her desk, and so did Andy.

"You know what's funny? The day you told me to get the Harry Potter manuscript you had also told me you wanted steak for lunch, but later you came back to the office and said you didn't want it anymore and I threw it away. My ex had cooked it, but he really was unable to cook your favorite steak, medium rare. He always overcooked stakes."

"How fortunate I decided not to eat it then."

They mostly ate in comfortable silence, except for a few anecdotes Andy told her about her friends and herself. Then Andy checked her watch and got up.

"I need to get back to work. Those obituaries won't write themselves."

"That's all you've been doing for the last month?"

"For now."

"What a waste of talent. They better give you stories to write, a lot of things happen in New York and you deserve to write about them."

"If I don't get assigned any stories to write by the end of next month, I'll look for a job elsewhere, I didn't stop being your assistant to write about people dying."

"Well said, darling." the moment she noticed she had used that term, Miranda flinched.

"What did you just call me?" the journalist's eyes lighten up.

"Nothing, I said nothing, now go back to your…" she was interrupted by Andy's lips on hers, and she quickly reciprocated the kiss, maybe a little too passionately.

"Miranda, Patrick says…" Emily had opened the door, and was paralyzed by the scene she was witnessing.

Miranda and Andy started giggling, and slowly separated to let Emily speak.

"What does Patrick say?"

"He… he can meet you tomorrow for lunch."

"Tell him yes, I'll meet him at 1pm at Pastis."

"Yes, Miranda." the redhead rushed towards her desk.

"Can we do this again, Miranda? Not just the kiss, but the umm… everything. Lunch, hanging out… Dating?"

Miranda smiled at seeing Andy all flustered, and nodding, said "Yes, Andrea, we can do this as many times as you want."