It's been a while since I've written anything. I hope you all enjoy this. Let me know what you think, of course.

She'd never admit it, but this was her favorite place. Or rather, she'd never admit it anymore.

Callie sat at a table in the middle of the room. The candle was flickering ever so slightly. Wearing her best dress, she sipped the wine she'd ordered, which was only slightly calming her nerves. This place. This was where she and Arizona had gone on their first real date. It had failed, of course. Been a miserable attempt at romance. But everything had worked out eventually. That's the way it always was with Arizona. It always worked out eventually.

There were couples surrounding her, which only served to remind her how alone she was. To her left, an older couple was clearly celebrating an anniversary of sorts. Both smiling like fools, they couldn't take their eyes off each other. Still in love after all these years. Two men in the corner were trying hard not completely fawn over one another. It was clear that they weren't completely sure of their sexuality yet. Callie remembered those days. All too well.

Sighing, she checked her phone for the time. It was getting late; she should leave soon. Maybe—

"Calliope?"

Callie's heart stopped. Other than her parents, there was only one person in the world who called her by her full name. She looked up.

"Arizona!" She plastered on a fake smile. She could do this. "How have you been? Wow, it's been—"

"Three months, yes. I've been well. Are you enjoying life at Seattle Pres?"

Callie's smile faltered, "It's great. I love it." She lied.

A small silence settled in as Arizona and her guest awkwardly stood there. Callie did a double-take. Her guest?

A tall, red-head stood next to Arizona. She was…gorgeous. That was the only way to describe it, the only thing Callie could process.

"Oh, Callie, this is Sarah. Sarah, Callie," Arizona fumbled almost awkwardly.

"Nice to—"

"Ladies?" the maître'd, thankfully, interrupted. "You're table is right this way."

They said their goodbyes, and Callie watched as the two women walked away, hand in hand. It hurt, seeing the her Arizona had found someone new.

It reminded her just how alone she really was.

"Torres," Sloan sauntered up to the table. "Sorry that took so long, there was this really bangin' waitress hanging out back there by the bathrooms. And I couldn't just walk past without saying something. That would be impolite."

She tried to smile, that was her Mark, always the flirt.

"Hey, Torres, you okay? You look kinda sick."

Callie cast a glance towards the table where Arizona was currently making googoo eyes at her date. She stood and looked at Mark, "I'm fine. Perfect, in fact. Let's head out."

"Okay, good, because Christina really misses you. And even Meredith wants to see you. And you know that they are always down for Tequila and dancing out any problems you happen to have. You know, even Derek this one time…"

Mark kept talking as he led her out of the restaurant and hailed a taxi.

As they pulled up to the "frat house", aka Meredith's house, she grinned, seeing Christina opening the door with a bottle of Tequila already in hand.

You know what? Callie thought. I'm not alone. Not in the least.