Andy

Miranda and Andy were in love but didn't tell each other. Andy handled the situation differently than she would have liked.
It all started with small touches in the office, when Andy served coffee in Miranda's hands, then fleeting glances, car rides.
One evening, Miranda was sitting at home, sorting through her emails. The message Miranda had asked Andy for wasn't showing up on her screen. A message appeared on Andy's phone.

-Andrea, I didn’t see the file with the documents in the mail.

But the answer did not come immediately, and was not very clear.

-Milydgzh, izvitte, otvyoab chutb pozee

Miranda sat up straight on the sofa.

-What? Andrea? What is this?

-Sorry

• Andrea, where are you now? Have you been drinking? Apparently quite a bit.

-Mirdchka, I've had a drink..

-Where are you?

-in the club at the office..I have the right to be with the office.

-Wait there. And don't drink anything else.

-good.

About five minutes later, Miranda pulled up to the club, telling the driver not to leave. She entered the club to find Andy sitting at a table, almost drowsy. She slowly approached her, and Andy raised her head and smiled as she stood up.