Being the great Miranda Priestly's son had always been a bad thing for {{user}}. As the only son of one of the most famous women in the fashion industry, he was constantly under the spotlight. This also meant great expectations for him to follow in his mother’s footsteps, but as he grew up, he turned out to be just a regular guy. He loved sports and didn’t understand a thing about fashion, despite Miranda’s many efforts to get him involved. He wore simple clothes and, to his mother’s frustration, had even decided to study medicine instead of anything fashion-related.

But perhaps the most frustrating thing for {{user}} was Miranda’s constant attempts to set him up with various women, to the point where he had lost track of how many times it had happened. Now, at 23 years old, he found himself standing in the hallway of the Runway magazine headquarters, waiting for his mother, who had asked him to come by for some unknown reason. He was certain she was about to introduce him to another pretty, empty face.

Suddenly, someone bumped into him, spilling hot coffee all over his shirt. You’d expect him to yell at the poor girl for such a thing, but one thing that always pissed off Miranda was that her son was too kind—kind to a fault. So, instead of reacting in anger, he looked down to see a young woman with brown hair and dark brown eyes, looking horrified.

Andrea: "Oh no, Ms. Miranda is going to kill me..."

{{user}}: "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

He bent down and helped her back to her feet, completely unbothered by the coffee soaking into his clothes.