Seattle was colder than Callie had expected.

It was summer and the sun was only just now rearing its head from a peak in two think clouds, leaving an ungenerous beam of light on the contours of the rusty balcony railing, which in turn lit a dull glow bronze color that matched the tiny flecks in her eyes.

She tucked a strand of raven black hair that was slightly longer than that which framed her face behind her ear, absently squinting to see past the sunlight.

The city wasn't quite awake yet, as apparently eleven am was too early for the excitement that she had been told took place in this particular part. The view she had from the balcony was of another apartment block and the streets below, which was a lot of pavement and not enough shops for the space, leaving large gaps between that Callie thought people might use as makeshift alley ways.

She rubbed at her arms distantly, though she wasn't really cold yet. Behind her was the sound of her best friend, still scoping out every possible inch of the apartment to make sure is was competent. She hummed a little every now and then, apparently satisfied.

Callie gradually let her train of thoughts slip away to something less practiced, relaxing her stance to lean against the railing, her dark eyes lazily scanning the streets below and the apartment block in front of her.

Most of the blinds were drawn, Callie liked to think it was because the people inside were still recovering from a previous night of brash adventures; something they would tell stories of years from now. That's why she moved here, because she wanted stories, and she wanted a scrapbook full of pictures taken in the dead of the night and the earliest peaks of the morning.

Seattle seemed as good a place as any to have adventures, and even more so due to the fact this is where Addison had spend the best three years of her life before she moved back home. To be honest this was a spur of the moment decision; she had woken up at five in the morning and called Addison only to say.

"I am going to move to Seattle in three days."

And against all odd, Addison and Callie had gotten it done.

The only downside was saying goodbye, she guessed.

Her gaze brushed across more and more closed curtains of mysterious people. The curtains were all typical shades of blue, but at least they varied, and Callie was so caught up in the act of distinguishing the differences between the particular shades of blue she almost didn't notice that one window was open.

The window was open and the view inside was a fraction of a living room, a floral patterned chair and a blue rug and a record player on a set of drawers, a record actually sitting in it. Callie moved her eyes from the open window to the balcony beside it.

Her gaze crashed with a pair of bright blue eyes.

At least, they were blue from where she was standing. Maybe they were actually a sort of aquamarine, or a turquoise like the too-bid shirt she was wearing. Blue eyes met brown and Callie was taken, both forgetting how to breathe and forgetting not to breathe too much at once. Blonde hair met shoulders, a pair of sun-kissed legs went on forever, completely still and in such contrast against the chipped white of the railing they stood behind.

Callie was holding a mug in one hand, the other stilled motionless at her side, fingers twitching occasionally, and she was close but way too far away, and Callie didn't remember how to speak.

It became apparent that she was staring, like a prepubescent boy who realized for the first time that mom wasn't the only one who had boobs, and the situation was funny to her, so she cracked a smile, but it was more of a smirk, tugging at the left corner. She lifted her hand in greeting, and the girl on the balcony across from hers did the same, and she was too far away again.

"Well!"

Callie spun around on her heel, socked foot easing the process, to face Addison, who had her hands on her hips and stood in the doorway. Her dark brown hair feel in curls to a point not quite past her shoulders but definitely past her neck, eyes of a mysterious nature, sometimes light green and sometimes light blue, that were ablaze in the almost-afternoon sunlight.

"I totally approve. This place is great, I'm actually jealous, my apartment wasn't this nice."

Callie smiled and moved in to hug the older women. Sometimes it felt like they were decades apart and sometimes it felt like no time at all, and now was a moment of the latter as the two embraced. Addison smelled like strawberries.

"I'm really going to miss you," Callie whispers, voice lost in the thickness of Addison's coat.

"You'll do fine," Addison laughed, but there was hitch in her tone that told Callie she might be crying.

When she finally pulled away, she was indeed crying, and then so was Callie, and they were hugging again and Callie was convincing Addison to stay for lunch.

Addison accepted and disappeared back inside, and Callie turned again to see if her neighbor was watching. She wasn't there anymore, and the doors to the balcony were shut. The window was still open but she wasn't there.

Callie went inside.