Author's note: It's been awhile since I've written any fanfiction, so my skills are quite rusty. I've never written a Grey's Anatomy fic before so I'm hoping this will at least be received as mediocre. This isn't the most exciting of chapters, but hey...gotta start somewhere right? Reviews would be appreciated, I'd really like to hear your opinions and ideas...

Arizona's POV:

The smell of freshly brewed coffee awoken all my senses upon contact. Although I had only been here a few days, I could tell this tiny, street corner coffee shop was going to be a favourite of mine. I loved the sight of the early morning weekday rush.

Until today, I watched it as a mere bystander, but not now. Now, I was in the thick of it. I was no longer sitting on the cushioned chair by the window, living my life in slow motion watching others in their work week mode. I would be back in action, finally I would have a scalpel in my hand once again and not in just any hospital, but Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital.

This was the day I had waited for my whole career. This was the dream.

I stood in the queue, bemused at the leisurely manner in which the woman behind the counter was working, seemingly unconcerned by the ever growing crowd. I always found people like her curious. How you can go through your workday at a pace that suits you and still enjoy it bewildered me. Surely everyone needed some kind of rush in their day?

I for one had been going crazy since the move to Seattle. Endless free hours in which it was intended I would settle myself into the new city. I had tired of it after two days, missed the thrill of the cut.

"What can I get you?" the impatient voice dragged me from my thoughts. Must have been daydreaming longer than I thought.

"Ehm, coffee, black. To go. First day of work. Don't wanna be late" I smiled at her, unable to contain the excitement in my voice.

She ignored this and handed me my coffee, placing her hand out for the payment. Rude. I shook off this unfriendly exchange, turned on my heels and glided towards the door in my brand new pair of wheelie shoes.

I glanced with a grin at the odd stares I received from other customers, unconcerned by their obvious confusion to the sight of a grown woman in roller shoes.

BANG!

Never take your eye off the ball Arizona.

In my brief moment of smugness I had failed to anticipate the incoming customer which in turn caused me a head on collision with the door.

"Oh my god. I am SO sorry!" A gentle hand was extended towards me, "Are you ok?"

I rubbed my head, no doubt there would be a bruise.

"Yeah I'm fine, it-," I paused for a moment upon laying my eyes on the woman in front of me, she was gorgeous, tanned skin, raven black, shoulder length, wavy hair, deep chocolate eyes. She was nothing short of mesmerising. "-it was my fault," I eventually managed to stammer out "should have been watching where I was going."

The perfect stranger smiled at me, the most beautiful , flawless smile I had ever seen. A smile so stunning I would have died happily on the spot if that could be the final image that graced my eyes.

I must have been staring for a moment too long because she began to shift awkwardly on the spot,

"Well, uhm," she indicated to the queue behind me, " see you."

"Yeah. Bye." I replied, then swiftly exiting the shop, turning my head to try and steal one final glimpse.

Callie's POV:

I ran hurriedly down the street, I was running late but I had to make a pit stop, I was useless to anyone without my morning coffee and I only drank the canteen coffee as a last resort.

Finally I reached my destination. The tiny little treasure trove of a coffee shop I happened upon one glorious morning. I never told anyone about it, not even Erica, it was like my own private hideaway from the world. My place of escape. It was such a peaceful place, quaint, small enough to be hidden from the world but big enough not to seem dreary.

I swung the door open in my caffeine driven frenzy.

BANG!

She came out of nowhere and seem to land in an almost graceful curly blonde pile on the floor. I couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight of her roller shoes. Afraid of offending, I quickly removed my smirk and extended a helping hand,

"Oh my god. I am SO sorry! Are you ok?"

She appeared slightly confused as I helped her to her feet, pausing mid-sentence. Not that I had really heard what she was saying anyway. The world around me seem to evaporate the moment my eyes met her dazzling blue ones. I couldn't help but smile at her. She was stunning.

I caught myself staring and quickly shifted awkwardly on the spot, hoping I hadn't made it too obvious,

"Well, uhm, see you." I indicated behind her and went to move for fear that had I waited another second I would have proposed marriage.

"Yeah. Bye." Was her simple response and then she was gone. I turned around to take one last glance, but all I saw was her blonde locks blowing in the wind as she took off on her wheels.

"Morning Dawn." I smiled at the small woman behind the counter, my eyes still directed at the window.

"Strange one her," Dawn replied in her thick British accent nodding towards the window, "in here everyday with a dreamy smile on her face. Far too perky if you ask me. The usual?"

I walked briskly the three blocks to work, picking up my pace as I entered the hospital and made my way to the locker room.

I was greeted with a warm, tender kiss as I took a seat next to Erica,

"Hey you."

"Hey" I reciprocated the kiss and continued changing into my scrubs.

"Ah Torres, Hahn," Chief Webber spotted us as we made our way to the nurses station, "I'd like you to meet our new head of pediatrics, Arizona Robbins."

The familiar face of the smiling coffeehouse girl appeared from behind Richard Webber, her hand outstretched in salutation.

"Dr. Robbins, this is Erica Hahn, our head of cardiothoracic surgery and Callie Torres, attending orthopedic surgeon."

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Torres," her piercing blue eyes did not stray from mine as I took her hand and shook it as though this was our first encounter.

"And you…. Dr. Robbins."