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Arizona POV

I didn't sleep much last night. I couldn't, Callie Torres was constantly in my mind, making me more nervous than I already was. I wondered how often I would see her and if I would be able to stop myself from being too nervous. When I had met her yesterday, I had been able to speak, but if she and I were put in the same room together for an extended period of time, I don't know how well that would work out.

Callie was breathtaking and gave me the butterflies that I wanted to feel for someone. I had said that if a woman could do that to me at first sight, I would know that she would be special to me. But I didn't think about what the other person felt, what Callie felt. She seemed nervous around me but Mark, himself, said that she wasn't herself that day.

I would hate to fall for her and end up getting hurt, but I guess in order for me to know for sure, I'd have to put myself out there and hope to god that Callie was the one for me.

I don't know if it was love at first sight, I'm not sure how much I believe that, but I did know that she made me want to fight for the love that I could see shining in her eyes. I honestly believe that she was meant to be in my life, to be something special to me…even if it was just as a friend…which I hoped not.

Before I met the Latina, I hadn't even thought about what I would wear while going into work. Now, that was something that I couldn't stop thinking about. Callie looked stunning in heels yesterday and I, I only wear sneakers and flats, at work. I like to get dressed up when I go out, but this was work and I was an artist. Usually I'd wear overalls or just a plan shirt that I wouldn't mind getting paint on. But, knowing that Callie would see me, I was feeling a little panicky about looking like a scrub.

Shaking the feeling, I decided that I would just have to deal with her thinking whatever. But I'd make damn sure that my makeup was on point. That my hair was as perfect as it could be.

I had been staring at my closet for about twenty minutes now, I finally decided on a light pink singlet and a pair of dark blue overalls. I usually let one side of the overalls dangle from my hips. This was perfect because I took pride in my body and I was going to make sure that my toned arms and torso were exposed.

Once I got dressed, I spent a little too much time on my makeup and hair but the end result turned out great. With a nod of my head at my appearance, I made my way to work.

Callie POV

What the hell was wrong with me? No other woman, before, had made me feel the way that I do in this moment. Every time that I closed my eyes, I could see the piercing blue eyes looking into my soul. Arizona Robbins was getting to me like no one before. This is exactly what I wanted, I had told myself that for as long as I could remember. To be able to meet someone who would knock me off my socks, someone who would stop me dead in my tracks and shake me to the core. Yeah, Arizona did that. Yet I couldn't even form coherent words while I was around her. This would surely pose as a problem. I didn't even know if she was gay, with my luck, she was probably married to an amazing man, with five kids running around. She looked to be my age, give or take a couple of years. I had just turned 34 and I was single…that was a little depressing.

I had woken up extra early so I could decide exactly what to wear. I wanted to look good, in case I bumped into the blonde. I knew that I would most likely bump into her, it was only a matter of time, so I knew I had to look my best. And I always did, for the most part. I always wore heels and slacks, blouses, even skirt and pant suits.

I was usually attracted to women who dressed like I did, but with Arizona, she could have been wearing a trash bag and I still would have thought that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. In the plain shirt that she was in when I saw her yesterday, she looked stunning and I didn't care what she dressed like because anything would look amazing on her.

Finally, I put on a black pant suit with a light blue collared shirt that accentuated my breasts perfectly. The push up bra helped.

I lived in walking distance of the firm. I owned a car but I barely used it when I worked.

Once I stepped outside, I was glad that I went with the pant suit because it was a little chilly. With my purse slung over my shoulder, I started walking toward Hanley Law Firm.

About half way there, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning, my breath hitched and my stomach did flips. Arizona Robbins had her hand on my shoulder.

"Hey." She stopped walking as soon as I did.

"Hey." I swallowed hard.

How are you?" She asked. I looked her up and down, my mouth watering at the sight before me. She looked so good.

"Good." I nodded. "How about you?" I was so glad I wasn't blubbering like an idiot.

"A little cold." She smiled and her dimples popped. She had her hands in her pockets and was swaying back and forth slightly.

"Yeah…it's pretty chilly out. Shall we keep walking?" I asked.

"Yes, of course." We started walking side by side. We didn't say anything as we walked, but the silence was comfortable, I didn't mind it. I kept chancing glances her way and I could see that she was doing the same thing.

Finally I broke the silence. "So… I love your work."

"You do?" She beamed.

"Yeah I…I meant to tell you yesterday…but…" I stopped and chuckled. "Yeah, I have three of your paintings hung up in my house."

She looked surprised. "Really?"

"Really." I smiled. "I have the collection you did for the Concepts Gallery."

"Oh, wow. That's amazing."

"Yeah." We both laughed. I was still nervous but things were going a lot smoother than I had thought they would. Thank god.

"That's awesome…So…how long have you worked at Hanley?" She asked as we stopped, waiting at the crosswalk.

"For almost seven years now."

"Wow, that's so cool." I nodded at her statement.

"I love it. I said. "Do you do other things besides paintings?" I had always been curious.

She shook her head as we started walking again. "I used to draw all the time, but not anymore." She shrugged and I could have sworn I saw sadness in her eyes.

Knowing that I shouldn't push the subject, I nodded and pulled the door open for her to enter.

"Thank you." She murmured. I couldn't help but watch her ass as it swayed in front of me. I haven't had sex in almost six months and I was always on edge. Sure, I'd get myself off, but it wasn't the same. I could just picture Arizona's legs wrapped around me.

"Alright, well I have to go to Steve's office, I'll see you around?" She asked with hope in her eyes.

"Of course." I smiled and walked toward my office, passing Mark as I walked.

"Whoa Torres, lookin' good." He nodded and smiled. "Really good."

"Thank you." I flashed him a smile as I kept walking to my office.

"What's the occasion?" He already knew.

"No occasion." I lied as I opened my office and stepped inside. Mark was right behind me.

"It wouldn't have to do with the hot artist that will be right next door? Would it?"

"What?" I looked up as I set my purse down.

"The room to your left, Steve set up a studio in the empty space." He smirked as I bit my lip.

"Great, now how the hell am I supposed to concentrate?" I groaned as I plopped down onto my chair.

Laughing, Mark leaned up against the wall. "Don't sweat it, this way you don't have to go far when you want a quickie."

"A quickie?" I scrunched my face up. "We'd have to be sleeping together in order for that to happen…and we most definitely are not."

"You will though." He sounded so sure.

"Right. She's not even gay."

"Do you know that for sure?" He asked.

"Well, no but…what are the odds?" I shrugged.

"I have no shame, I'll go find out." He pushed himself off the wall and walked out of my office.

"Wait…ugh…whatever." I groaned as he rounded the corner.

Arizona POV

While Steve showed me to the studio I'd be using, I notice the door to my right. It read Calliope Torres. It was safe to assume that my neighbor was Callie. Calliope was a beautiful name. It suited her perfectly. I was a little anxious about being this close to her, but it was the perfect opportunity to randomly bump into her and maybe even get to know her a little bit.

Once inside the room, my jaw dropped. The room was white and the walls held shelf after shelf of everything that I would need. There was a black couch on the right side of the room with a small white coffee table in front of it. To the left, there was a big easel with a chair next to it. There were different sized canvases leaned up against the far left corner of the room. There was also a drawing table in the near left corner. The table made me a little uneasy and I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"I'll leave you to get situated." Steve smiled and walked out of the room. Not even twenty seconds later, Mark Sloan walked into the room.

"Wow, this is nice." His eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"Yeah, I know." I agreed with him.

"I'll just cut to the chase, Blondie." He paused as my eyebrows rose. "I saw the way you were looking at me yesterday."

I stifled a laugh. He couldn't be more wrong. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah…I just wanted to let you know that I noticed." He smiled.

"Is that all?" I sat down on a chair.

"That… and I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out with me." He approached me, my mouth was slightly open.

"That's nice of you to ask but…I'll have to decline." I gave him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry."

"May I ask why?" He walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Uh…I'm just not interested in… you." I stated bluntly.

"No?" I nodded. "Why? I'm a good looking guy." He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the table, and bit into it.

"You are…but I just…I'm not dating at the moment…too many things on my plate." He looked at me through narrowed eyes.

"Okay." He slapped his knees, stood up, and walked toward the door. "Would Callie have better luck?" He looked back at me.

I stared at him, surprised. I didn't know what he meant by that. "What?"

"Would Callie have better luck with asking you out?" He smirked.

At the mention of her name, my stomach fluttered with a million butterflies. "Uh…She wouldn't…I don't know what you mean." I chastised myself for getting panicky. He could probably see right through me. I was curious as to why he asked. Maybe he sensed my feelings for his friend.

"I was just wondering." He still wore the smirk on his face.

"She wouldn't ask me out…" I brushed it off.

"You're right. She wouldn't." I frowned at his words, my stomach dropped. He noticed it. "She's too nervous to do it." With that, he walked out of the room.

I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Was Callie gay? He hadn't said that she was but he said that she was too nervous to ask me out, meaning that she wanted to but didn't have the balls. I was so confused. I didn't know what to think. But I did have hope. His last words put a smile on my face.

Callie POV

I was so tired. There was no way that I'd be able to make it all day without some coffee. As I was about to get up to go to the break room, Mark barges in.

"Guess what?" He sits on the edge of my desk.

"What?" I ask, massaging my aching calves.

"I asked Robbins out." He smiled.

"You what?" I practically yell.

"Relax, she said no."

"Oh. I don't care." I dismiss his words with a hand in the air. I would love to kill him at times.

"She's not interested in me." He lifted his eyebrows.

"Good, she has great taste." I shift my attention to my computer, hoping that he'll go away.

"Then…when I asked her if she'd say yes if you asked her out…" He trailed off as my eyes went wide and I looked at him.

"How could you?" I was getting angry.

"Relax." He laughed.

"No!" I yell. "I will not relax! You always have to meddle in people's business. She's going to think that we are a bunch of gossipers and that I'm having my idiot of a best friend talk to her for me like we're in the 5th grade."

"Calm down." He stood up. "She told me you would never ask her out, so I said that she was right, that you were too nervous to do it."

"Damn it Mark!" I stood up as he started walking backwards. "Stay out of my business, seriously." I was fuming. How was I supposed to face Arizona again?

"She looked happy to find out that the only reason you wouldn't ask her out was because you were nervous. I could have sworn I saw hope in her eyes." He finished as I ranted in Spanish.

"Get out." I pushed him out the door and closed it quickly. Shaking my head, I walked back over to my desk and sat down. I was starting to develop a headache.

A few seconds later, a knock came from outside the door. "Ugh." I muttered under my breath.

"Come in." I said as the door quietly crept open.

"Hey, Calliope." Arizona slowly walked in. I had to contain a moan that almost escaped. Had she just used my whole name? It sounded amazing coming from her pink lips. "Sorry to disturb you, but I heard shouting coming from inside your office and wanted to make sure everything was okay." She took a few steps forward. The door was still open.

I smiled at her. "Yeah…I'm sorry. I'm not usually a loud neighbor. Mark made me a little mad. Um…you called me Calliope." I stated softly.

"Oh… That's your name isn't it? Yeah he paid me a little visit…" I raised my eyebrows, even though I knew that already. "Yeah…he asked me out." She looked anxious.

"And you said yes to him?"

"Oh god no. He's…not my type." She crossed her arms in front of her chest…her perfect chest.

"Don't worry…he pulled the same thing when I started here too." Arizona laughed. "I had to say no about 25 times before he got the picture."

"Great, I have 24 to go." We both laughed. When the laughter died down, I couldn't stop looking at her. She must have thought that I was a creeper. Arizona kept staring at me as well…that may have been a little awkward but I couldn't will myself to look away. It was like her blue orbs were hypnotizing me. I finally pulled my gaze away when Mark walked through the door.

"Ah…ladies." He smirked. "Am I interrupting something?" He asked.

"N-no." Arizona looked away from me and turned toward my best friend. "I should be going. I have to start on the art." She smiled at me and walked out of my office.

"Damn it, Mark." I sighed.

"What? She said I wasn't interrupting anything." He sat down on a chair.

"You weren't…we were just staring at each other."

"What?"

"Never mind. Can you please get out? I have a meeting in a bit." I pulled a file from a drawer and set it on my desk.

"Sure…only if you answer me one question…and you can't say 'no' or 'I don't know'." He looked me in the eyes and I nodded hesitantly. "Are you going to ask Robbins out?"

I thought about it for a second. I was pretty confident in myself but there was nothing confident about me when it came to Arizona Robbins. If I attempted to ask her out, I would probably ruin it. Plus, I didn't know if she was gay or not. I probably won't know unless I ask her myself and I never liked doing that. I had pretty good gaydar but, like I said, Arizona always made me second-guess myself.

"Mark." I take a deep breath. "I don't even know if she's gay. I could ask her out and she'd get freaked out because she could be very straight…then things would be really, really awkward."

"She declined a date with me!" He exclaimed.

"So? So did I." I replied.

"Exactly…you like women." He smiled at his revelation. "That means she does too."

"You're a lawyer…you should know that's circumstantial evidence. Now get out." I pointed toward the door and he stood up to leave.

"So…you want to go to Joe's tonight?" He asked as he turned around.

"Sure." I smiled and went back to my paperwork. This was going to be along day.

Arizona POV

Steve had visited me a couple of times during the course of the day. Mainly wanting to make sure that I had everything I needed. He also asked to see any progress that I was making. It was a little frustrating because I was so used to working on my own, but he was my boss until the project was finished, so I had to deal with the interruptions.

Most of the time, while I was painting, Calliope was on my mind. The thoughts morphed into naughty thoughts as the day progresses and I could not get out of my head. She looked so good today and I didn't know how to control my raging libido. I could picture us fucking on every single inch of her office, along with my studio.

So here I stood, looking at some of the ideas that I was going to pitch to Steve and I was horny as hell. I had even noticed that one of the pictures looked like an abstract pussy, which was purely accidental. Or maybe it was just my mind that saw the pussy but it made me want Calliope even more. There was a point where I had to head to the bathroom…to clean myself up a little bit.

This was strange because I usually wasn't this…horny during the day, while I was doing random things. But every time Calliope filled my mind, my paint wasn't the only thing that was wet. I'd have to get myself off tonight, that was for sure.

"Robbins." Mark stated as he entered the room.

Taking a deep breath, I turned toward him with a smile. "Don't you have anything better to do?" Mark was nice enough and I was starting to like him but he was very annoying.

"Nope. I leave here in a couple of minutes; we all do… you as well." He nodded with a curled lip. "A bunch of us are going to Joe's once we leave here…I was wondering if you'd like to come?"

I probably would have said no, had Calliope not been in the picture, but I really hoped that she would be going as well. I figured it was worth a shot. "Sure, I'll go." I grinned, showing my dimples.

"Awesome. I'll tell Callie to get you when she's done. We all usually leave together because it's so close." I stopped listening to him once he said Calliope's name. A smile immediately spread across my face. I was thrilled.

"Okay?" He asked, lowering his head to meet my eyes.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Great." He smiled and walked out of the door.

I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Looking at the clock, I noticed there was 15 minutes left before the beautiful Latina would be gracing me with her presence.

It wasn't until a few minutes passed, that I got a little anxious. I didn't really know anyone here, except Calliope and Mark. What if she didn't want to engage in any conversation with me? What if she was seeing someone and what if that person would be at Joe's as well?

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I sent Teddy a text.

Hey, what are you doing tonight? –A

I put the phone away and gathered all of my things, ready to clean the place up before leaving. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again.

Not too much. What about you? Did you wanna hang out? –T

Actually yes, have you ever been to Joe's? –A

A couple of times, why? –T

Some people from work invited me to go…want to come? –A

I set the phone down and grabbed my bag; Calliope was due to come in at any moment. As I waited, I felt my phone vibrate again, this time it was a phone call.

"Hello." I answered.

"When are you going to Joe's?" Teddy asked.

"In about ten minutes or so." I bit my lip, hoping she'd want to come.

"You're lucky I look good right now. I'll make my way over there as soon as I put some different clothes on."

"Ah…Teds I love you, thank you so much." I smiled into the phone.

"Mhm…I'll see you soon." She hung up.

"Arizona?" Calliope's angelic voice graced my ears as I put my phone into my bag.

"Yes!" I squealed slightly, blushing as she smiled at me. "Sorry."

"No problem…" She looked around the studio. "Wow, this is really nice."

"Yeah it is. It's starting to grow on me." I grabbed my things and headed toward her.

"You ready to go?"

"I am." We smile at each other. "Shall we?"

"After you." She lets me walk in front of her.

"So how was your first day?" Calliope asks me as we walk side by side down the hallway.

"It was good. I got a lot done." I say. My breathing hitches as her hand brushes against mine. It's so soft.

"That's good. I meant to stop by earlier to see how you were doing, but I didn't get a chance. It's been one hell of a day."

"That's alright. Steve visited me enough…" I laughed.

"Yeah…he does that sometimes." She laughed. "Don't worry, it won't last. He'll stop once he sees how amazing you are."

I blush at her comment. "Thank you." A shy smile formed on my lips.

"I really do love your art. It's fantastic and it's an honor to meet you, and to get to see you do what you do best." I could see sincerity in her eyes.

I don't think before I blurt out my next words. "That's not what I do best." My eyes go wide and I blush a deep red.

Her mouth hangs open as the words came out of my mouth. I didn't mean for that to happen but I couldn't control myself. She knew exactly what I was talking about.

Before she can say anything, Mark approaches us and smiles. "Just the two people I wanted to see. You ladies ready?"

I look down at my outfit, realizing that I'm in overalls. "Oh god, no." I take a deep breath. "I'm in overalls and I probably have paint all over me."

"No." Calliope blurts out. "You look…good." She smiles at me and I get weak in the knees.

"How fancy is this bar?" I asked, never taking my eyes off the shy Latina.

"It's not fancy at all." Mark chimes in as we start walking again. I can't help but stare at Calliope. I wouldn't mind looking at her at all times. There is something about her. She's breathtaking. Maybe wish a little bit of liquid courage, i'd be able to bring up the whole dating thing. I needed to know if she was seeing anyone or if I had a chance.

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