It had been a hell of a day. Work was stressful enough without adding personal business to it. Bailey shoved the door to the residents' locker room open, her mind rehashing the Chief's recent anger and distance. Things had been more civil today, but they still weren't back to the way they had been. She didn't want to sacrifice the Chief's respect, but she wanted that peds fellowship.

Bailey stopped in her tracks; the door swinging shut behind her. She heaved a sigh. Callie spun around, nervously smoothing her hands down her sides. "How do I look?"

"Why is it always me?" Bailey appealed, her eyes on the ceiling. She pursed her lips and gave the tall orthopedic resident the once-over.

Unsure of Arizona's plans, Callie had aimed for simple but elegant. The hemline of the black dress swirled around her knees, the soft material falling free from an intricate knot of fabric below her bosom. She saw Bailey's eyebrows lift as she eyed said bosom. "Is it too much?" Callie asked, a hand fluttering over her cleavage.

Cristina burst through the door in time to hear Callie's question, saving Bailey from having to answer. "It's just right for a high-class hooker."

Bailey snorted, for once enjoying her former intern's humor.

Cristina moved to her cubby, unfazed by her roommate's glare. "Wait, I can do better than that," she exclaimed as she pulled her scrub top off, "Too much… for a C cup?"

Grabbing her coat and purse, Callie shot the two laughing surgeons a glare before sweeping from the room with what remained of her dignity.

Arizona felt her eyes go to the clock over the entrance once again. 8:03. Impossible. Why did time never go this slowly when she was trying to sleep or do something fun?

"Have you heard this one yet Dr. Robbins?" asked the security guard. "Two hats were hanging on a coat rack when one said to the other, 'You wait here, I'll go on a head.'"

A genuine laugh escaped the pediatric surgeon. "What about the shoe?"

Nate gave her a quizzical look, "The shoe?"

"The shoe!" Arizona confirmed, smiling at the grandfatherly man who had been quick to befriend a new doctor. "He overheard the plan and told the talking hat, 'You go on a head, I'll follow on foot.'"

The blonde looked up again as the guard chuckled and was finally rewarded for her impatience. The easy smile slid from her face as she focused on the dark-haired woman approaching her.

Callie had spotted Arizona as soon as she had gotten off the elevator. Her breath had caught at the sight. Arizona was leaning lightly against the desk, charming the night guard. Unnoticed, Callie had been able to sweep her eyes over her date, her gaze lingering on long toned legs before sliding over the blonde's grey pencil skirt and silky blue off-the-shoulder top. She had drawn up her curls in an elegant twist, and her delicate features were alit with humor as she joked with the guard.

Callie swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. She took a deep breath and walked over. 'You can do this,' she coached herself, her eyes focused on her goal. Sure, she'd only been on one official girl date before, and sure that had been with someone she was already friends with, and sure she'd humiliated herself once in front of this woman already, but she was not some timid newborn. She was going to rock this.

She was glad that she'd had an unobserved moment. When Arizona looked up, the Latina was able to watch her expression change. Her courage rallied as she saw the smile slip from the blonde's face, her blue eyes widening slightly as they swept appreciatively over her body. She let her hips sway as she closed the distance between them.

"Hey Nate," she said, her gaze still locked on the slight woman.

"Hey yourself, Dr. Callie," the older man replied with a nod, discretely turning to face the doors.

"You look-"

"You look-" Callie laughed as they both broke off, having spoken at the same time. "Lovely," she finished.

"I was going to say hot," Arizona replied, blushing lightly at Callie's compliment.

Callie dipped her head, her hair swinging forward to hide her smile. "Ready to get out of here?"

She winced as she heard an acerbic voice from a few feet away stage whisper, "Don't take less than a hundred. Call me when you're through, take care of you."

Arizona's mouth gaped open as she watched the curly haired Asian woman who'd spoken walk out the hospital doors. "Who was that? Did she just quote-"

"Yeah, can we pretend that didn't happen?" She was going to kill Yang. Slowly and painfully kill her.

"Was she implying that you're a-"

"Arizona," Callie said firmly, reaching a hand out to touch the blonde's shoulder. "Focus. Dinner?"

"Dinner," Arizona chirped, regaining her poise. If Callie could ignore the oddness than so could she. She gestured toward the door, her shoulder still tingling from where Callie's hand had touched her bare skin.

"Hmmm," Callie intoned with a smirk as Arizona pressed a button on her keychain, causing the headlights of a powder blue prius to flash as the door locks disengaged.

"What?" Arizona asked, slightly defensive. "It's a perfectly respectable car."

Callie bit back a smile as she strolled to the passenger side and looked in through the windows. "Hmmm," she repeated as she opened the door and slid into the front seat.

Arizona hmphed under her breath and opened her own door. "Calliope Torres! Insulting my vehicle is not a good way to start a first date."

"Arizona Robbins," Callie replied, imitating Arizona's tone. "By the way, 'Calliope?'" She gave a fake shudder, "I don't know how you possibly heard that from the nurses, but it's not something I answer to - only my parents call me that."

"Nurses? Oh yeah, the nurses. They talk, a lot." Arizona busied herself with starting the vehicle, which seemingly took a lot of focus.

Callie eyed the suddenly shifty blonde. "Where did you hear my name?"

Arizona finished backing out of the parking spot and shifted into drive. She paused, foot on the brake, and shot a charming smile at the Latina, confident in her ability to brazen it out. "I was curious what 'Callie' was short for, and we weren't really talking, so I couldn't ask, and so…I looked it up."

Callie's eyebrows shot up, "You looked it up, like, in my personnel file?"

"No!" Arizona replied, pouting in pretend hurt. "I didn't have to, it's in the computer system."

Callie rolled her eyes, settling into her seat as Arizona navigated the vehicle into traffic.

"Don't think that distracted me," Arizona continued. "I'm still hurt that you dissed my car."

The sound of Callie's light laugh shot through her and she found herself grinning foolishly in response. She tried to scold herself, it was ridiculous to feel so much joy simply from eliciting a laugh from the other woman, but her heart refused to be reasoned with.

It was the brunette's turn to look coy, "It just wasn't what I expected."

Arizona cocked a brow, risking a quick glance at Callie as she took in the Latina's teasing tone. "What did you expect?"

"A Volkswageon Beatle? A mini Cooper? Maybe something in pink?" Her mouth quirked up, "A stuffed animal in the window or a silly bumper sticker at the very least."

The blonde nodded, a smile teasing the corners of her mouth. She allowed the silence to extend, reveling in the way it didn't feel awkward. A few short moments later she pulled into a grocery store complex.

"We're here," she announced.

Callie furrowed her brow, "Ok…"

"Wait," Arizona commanded imperiously as she parked the vehicle, quickly sliding her legs out of the car and standing up. Callie did as she was told, enjoying the slide of the blonde's skirt as she climbed out of the car too much to protest.

Arizona rounded the car and opened the passenger door, offering the other woman her hand.

"You don't have to open my door Arizona." With a rather bashful smile at Arizona's chivalrous gesture, Callie reached out to take her hand as she turned in her seat.

Standing purposefully too close to the car, Arizona took her hand and watched as she shifted in her seat to place her feet on the pavement. She allowed herself a moment of pure voyeurism, her eyes locked on the gloriously low neckline of Callie's dress as she stood. Her eyes trailed leisurely up to meet the taller woman's, her smile growing as the orthopedic surgeon reached her full height and realized how close together they were standing.

"I know, I just wanted to see you stand up in that dress." Her blue gaze was direct and intense as she stepped closer, their bodies almost touching.

"And Calliope," she emphasized the syllables, her soft pink lips seemingly caressing the word, "I do like stuffed animals and pink and childish things…but I also like grownup things."

Callie exhaled with a soft huff of breath, her mouth slightly open as her eyes slipped from Arizona's stunning blue eyes to focus on her lips. She unconsciously leaned forward, drawn in by a longing to see if the blonde's kiss could possibly live up to that amazing demonstration in the bathroom of Joe's.

She gave a soft tug on the hand she still clasped, drawing Arizona the rest of the way to her. She resisted the urge to close her eyes, choosing instead to keep her focus on the other woman's lips as they drew nearer. Her eyes fluttered shut as she brushed her lips against Arizona's.

She couldn't contain a soft sound of pleasure as the blonde came back for more, molding her mouth and body to hers. Before she could respond, Arizona was gone. She opened her eyes, pouting at the loss of the soft body pressed against hers.

Arizona was standing a step away, her chest rising and falling quickly. She drew her lower lip into her mouth, eyes closing briefly at the taste of Callie that lingered. "Dinner?" she asked again, pleased at how calm her voice sounded.

Callie smiled, glad to have a moment to catch her breath. "Are we cooking it?"

"Of course not," Arizona shuddered delicately. "I wouldn't subject you to that." She gestured to a small building tucked in between the chain businesses. "Rancho de Tia Alegria. I found it my first week here, it's amazing."

She held out her hand for Callie's, reasonably sure that she was in control of herself again. "Shall we?"

A/N: If you missed it, Cristina in the lobby was a quote was from Pretty Woman. I couldn't resist - not after she called Callie a high-class hooker in the locker room...