Miranda awoke in the early morning, still a bit tipsy from the night before and her hearing was muffled. "That's the last time I ever go to a Runway 4th of July party." She thought begrudgingly. Upon moving under the sheets, she realized she was quite naked and there was someone in the bed with her; someone in her bed. No, wait…this was not her bed…whose bed was this?

"Shit." She thought. It hit her hard as she turned and saw the equally naked brunette still asleep.

She hurriedly, yet quietly, crawled out of the bed. Grabbing her discarded clothes off the ground and picking up a pair of shoes, she ran to the nearest exit putting on the articles of clothing as she ran. Opening the door revealed it was a bit dark, but the street lamps were already off. She dropped the shoes, quickly slipped into them, and headed towards the Runway offices.

As it grew brighter, she realized everyone was staring at her walking down the sidewalk. She marked it up as people reacting to her actually walking to work. Though as she entered the Elias-Clarke lobby, she noticed more people staring. "Do they know who I went home with last night? Dear god…" Miranda smoothed out a wrinkle in her jacket and kept marching towards the elevator.

Upon reaching her floor, she strode to her office, past Emily and Nigel, and shut the door. The pair watched her walk in and then traded nervous and perplexed looks as the door closed.

Moments later, Andy walks in holding a bag. "Hi, Em." She greets the redhead and continues to walk towards Miranda's office.

"May I ask what's in the bag and why its god awful presence is here?" Emily shook her head and motioned a hand at the bag.

"It's something for Miranda." Andy smirked and bit her lip, pulling her department store bag closer to her.

"Fine. Just knock first and announce yourself." The first assistant turned back around to face her computer.

"Oh, she knows I'm coming." Andy almost laughed out loud. Emily glared suspiciously at the brunette as she reached the editor's office doors.

Andy opened the door enough to slip in and quickly shut it behind her. Miranda turned to look over her shoulder. "Andrea! Finally!" She was both relieved and embarrassed to see the woman. Turning around fully, she stood from her chair and moved to the side of her desk. With an exasperated sigh, she looked down at her shoes. They were both different.

She kicked off her left shoe and held out a hand.

Andy, suppressing a laugh, dug through the bag and pulled out the shoe that matched the one Miranda still wore.