Of course it had to be Cate Blanchett

Chapter 2

Andrea exited the car and held the door open for her companion. The blonde had a pair of sunglasses and a scarf wrapped around her neck that covered up to her nose, they swiftly walked inside the restaurant praying that no one would recognize her or that at least, they'd be discreet enough no to scream at the top of their lungs. 

Sitting at the table that was usually reserved for Miranda and her, in a far corner of the restaurant away from prying eyes, Andrea entertained her unexpected (but very welcome) guest. They had sunken in deep conversation and twenty minutes easily flew by as they went through the appetizers and talked about the most different topics. 

-"What do you recommend?" - Cate asked looking over the rim of the menu. Her eyes twinkling with the dim lights of the ambiance and her hair neatly pulled back gave her a manly look, Andrea noticed. Or was it her angular features?

-"Ah, umh, ehem... the Wellington beef with noisette potatoes is a favourite of ours" - Good god, Sachs don't just stare, the brunette chastised herself. 

-"Hum, then I'll have that" - Andrea beckoned the waiter and asked the same for both of them - "Is something the matter, Andy?"

The brunette stalled her incessant fidgetting, her name on the other woman's lips sounded sexy, yes. But not quite as sexy as the way Miranda drawled her signature "An-drey-ha".

-"Uhm? Ah, nothing really. I was just thinking whether they could fix things at Runway" 

-"Mmh, knowing Miranda she'll have everything on track again with a snap of her fingers" - Cate asserted, sipping her wine and humming her approval. A gesture that reminded Andy a lot of the editor - 

-"Yeah, she's impressive. You know, once she told me that no one could do what she did and, at that time, it sounded awfully  conceited. But seeing as things are, no one really can achieve what she achieves" - a dreamy smile appeared on the journalist's face and the blonde watched her, amused -

-"You guys are such a pair of lovey-dovey sweethearts" - she stated, cocking an eyebrow as if daring Andrea to deny the obvious - 

-"That we are" - the brunette admitted unabashedly and both laughed -

-"Well, it seems that you won't have to spend another moment without your soulmate" - Cate eyed towards the main door and Andrea didn't need to look to know who it was. The telltale click of heels and the waft of floral essence boded the arrival of her lover. When a gentle hand came to rest atop Andrea's shoulder she smiled widely and got up to press a kiss on the editor's cheek -

-"Hi" - she took her coat and placed it on the back of the chair - 

-"Hello, my darling"  - she squeezed her hand affectionately - "Hello, Cate"

-"Miranda" - she acknowledged the editor and got up to provide the mandatory pair of air-kisses-

-"I'm sorry about earlier, but sometimes the level of incompetence my employees are capable of never cease to surprise me"  - she said, ensconcing in her chair -

-"Oh, don't worry. Andrea has kept me very good company. Excellent company I could say" - the blonde raised her glass of wine as in a symbolical toast to the brunette and took a long sip without averting her eyes from the young woman. Andy squirmed in her chair and smiled akwardly, she could feel her cheeks warming up. Where did the friendly "Andy" go? Why had she thought that calling her by a name that no one else but Miranda called her was a good idea? 

Miranda watched the whole scene not amused in the slightest. Would it be too uncoath to say: Dear Cate, I know you are a sexual magnet but could you please, if it's not a mayor nuisance, stop ogling  my girlfriend so blatantly? Before the mood could turn any tenser, Andrea intervened and promptly beckoned the waiter again.