”You’re back.”
”Yes..”
”I presume you have a decent excuse for being absent the last four hours.”
”Not really.”
”For a moment there I thought you quit.”
”I did.”
”Then why are you here?”
”I have no money. I have no idea how to get to the airport.”
”I see.”
”I’ll give you my two weeks notice when we get back to New York.”
”But first you want to fly home at Runways expense. Classy, Andrea.”  
”Don’t you want to know why I quit?”
”I don’t see how that information will make any difference.”
”It will.”
”Well then, enlighten me.”
”I can’t work at Runway because I’m in love with my boss.”
”Nigel is gay.”
”I’m not in love with Nigel, stupid.”
”Says the girl who could not spell Gabbana..”
”Do I need to spell it out for you?”
”I guess so, condering I do not understand this cryptic language of yours.”

Andrea moved closer and ran her fingers through Miranda’s silver hair. Then she placed a gentile kiss on her cheek and whispered in the ice-queens ear:

”I’m in love with you, Miranda Priestly.”