The Universe does not allow for coincidence. Most cultures have a name for it- the Japanese, "Hitsuzen," the Chinese, "Yuanfen," the Greeks, "Moirai", the Romans, "Parcae," the Norse, "Norms" and in India, "Karma."

We have a name for it in English too- "Inevitable." And our world has a law for foreordained events, Murphy's law- "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."

"So, pretty lady, can you tell me why you were standing out in the rain? Who you waiting for?"

I nearly whisper the last word, as Callie suddenly became like a wilted flower- her frame creasing into a crumpled shell, her forced smile masking anguish and pain, and her eyes were losing the wondrous light that initially drew me in. My greek goddess in the rain resembles the beautiful and fleeting Demeter, the Greek goddess of harvest withdrawing into bitter winter, or the moon- sick and pale with grief.

Callie nervously laughs and waves away the rapid glistening in her eyes with a casual gesture. "Umm, just a friend, yeah...a friend. She and I had plans, to um, ahh- grab drinks, or I just wanted to talk to her. That's what people should do when they leave someone in a parking lot and-d-d...you know, after a long day of work, sometimes you just need a drink or two."

I reluctantly nod. "Oh, so you have some stressful days at work?" I smile awkwardly, lest my furrowed eyebrows betray my uneasy worry.

I also nearly palm myself in the face. Small talk- this wasn't where I wanted the conversation to go.

Callie sighs slightly in relief and giggles in amusement at my awkward shift in the conversation. "Yeah, working in a hospital can be pretty stressful- long hours and you're so tired to the point you're feeling fried, but...I love it there. The adrenaline rush, the energy- it's like I'm on fire. At the end of the day, I'm saving lives. Lives with stories that wouldn't have been told or continued otherwise. Each patient has their own story to tell- some of them really sad, but others really inspiring or really brave or really interesting..."

"Like how today, I met this one woman at the hospital. She was there recovering after surgery and her husband and cute kid were visiting her. The kid ran in carrying with him a small pickle jar filled with yellow liquid and a dangling paper tag attached. At first, I thought it was pee-" Callie lightheartedly chuckles- "but the kid shakes his head and said he simply mixed chamomile and water together to get the colour."

I laugh in amusement. "Did you find out why?"

"Because in his grade six science class, they had to "bottle the sky," mix colours in a jar that reminded them of the sky of one of their happiest memories- his being during early morning soccer practice and the sun would peek out with its golden rays."

"The little kid nearly dropped his jar bouncing in excitement when he asked his mom what colour her sky would be. But before the woman could answer, her husband immediately jumped in, saying something like, "Definitely blue. Remember honey? When you married me. The skies were painted light blue and the sun was hidden behind fluffy white clouds. The perfect day." The woman on the hospital bed just quietly smiled, but...didn't gesture that she had agreed."

Callies slightly smiles, with a bit of melancholy straining her voice."The kid was a little terror, nearly crashed into a nurse when he suddenly ran out of the room and his dad had to chase after him. But I could tell- it was a certain look on her face- that wasn't the colour- or rather the sky- she would have bottled. So I asked her, with a slightly doubtful cough, what colour her favourite sky would be."

"So she told me, with a wry smile and pure bliss over washing her face- a red blood orange sky, tinged with the onset of a darkening dusk, when the sun envelops the entire sky, bathing the heavens in a fiery red. Yes, she loves her family, but one of her greatest loves was rock climbing. It was when she was climbing in the Andes, she was the happiest, when she felt herself. Free. But, she had given all that up, for her husband..."

Callie sighs with resign. " I couldn't help but wonder what else in her life she wasn't so sure on, that others had decided for her- what she had to feel, what she was suppose to love, who she was suppose to love-"

I could the taste the sweet residue of orange and spiced rum on Callie's luscious lips. My lips immediately melt into the space her delicious lips formed.

Her mouth hungrily pulls at my lips and I almost moan in ecstasy with her reciprocation. One of her soft hands cups my burning cheek, while the other glides down my lower back and pulls me in. With eager permission, my tongue lightly explores the deep cavern of her mouth. Her scent is absolutely intoxicating, my head is spinning. I suddenly pull away for a quick draw of breath and admiringly gaze upon the exquisite beauty sitting in front of me. Callie's face glows a magical bronze, her eyes regain a fiery, yet soft chocolate hue and her rosy, plump cheeks accentuate her enchanting, magnetic smile.

I want Callie to see herself as I see her. If Callie's features were to to replace the night sky, her eyes would take the place of the stars, twinkling in their stead. Her smile is so bright and her laugh so melodious, birds would start to join the chorus, thinking her laugh the song of the morning lark and her light, the light of day.

I earnestly smile. "No one, except for you, knows how you want to feel, what you're suppose to love and who you're suppose to love." I place a gentle hand on one of hers and squeeze. " Callie, you don't revolve around anyone, because you're the sun. Your presence envelopes the skies."

Callie's eyes widen, her eyes outshining the flickering lights above us as the sun outshines the stars, and she begins to laugh her captivating laugh. Her laugh commands a short concerto of elated conversation and clinking champagne glasses, swirling airly together to perform a stunning masterpiece. Her supple hand interlock with my fingers and squeezes them in an affectionate grasp. Callie is beginning to see herself as I see her. Beautiful.

Callie seductively narrows her eyes and delightfully grins, "My jar would contain an inky, pitch black, with a slight tinge of grey overcast rain clouds. Dazzling orbs of light and grapes would bob peacefully on the surface and the lid would be tied with a satin red ribbon from a certain red cocktail dress..."

I'm trying to restrain myself from pulling Callie towards me, because all I want to do is slam this gorgeous beauty up against the wall and kiss her again. Preferably, in the next minute. So much want. "You know, I was always one for beautiful sunrises and an inky, pitch black night sky, with nine little cinnamon hearts bathing under the light of the rising golden sun..."

Callie leans in to lay a soft kiss on my hungry lips and endearingly smiles. "I didn't tell you why the woman was in the hospital. The woman was in the hospital because she broke her leg while climbing Mount Olympus." I affectionately grin, her lips reducing me to a hot puddle of pleasure.

Callie isn't looking at me anymore. Her eyes immediately ashen and her gaze becomes far away when she chances a glance outside through the rain washed window panes behind me. A slight grimace overshadows her stunning features, and as I whip around to match her line of sight, there couldn't be any mistake of what- or rather who- had caught Callie's gaze. Amid the grey shuffle of umbrellas, a navy blue umbrella shelters a woman with mid-length blond hair and a black jacket, stands out. Her lips are tightly puckered, eyebrows closely drawn together and with her assertive rush across the street, it's clear she isn't all entirely happy and is searching for someone.

Callie's eyes flit towards the floor and her mouth twitches to hide the downturned corners of her mouth. Her enchanting eyes begin to dampen, the corners welling with wet tears. I lower my face so our eyes meet, my fingers stroking her tear streaked cheeks.

Callie meets my gaze, slightly shaking from her emotional outburst, but with a renewed strength and fire in her features." I need to make this right. Tell her that I can be who I want to be. I haven't had this much fun in one night for a very long time, thanks to you Arizona. You have a beautiful heart and you're a gorgeous goddess, but I won't be coming back here." Callie places another passionate, but quick, kiss on my lips and then swiftly runs out of the restaurant.

I'm a bit disheartened, and slightly intrigued, by her abandonment, but linger for a minute longer to savour her captivating being and touch. My adventures with the olive tanned beauty. I reach to take my umbrella laying beside me, when out from underneath flutters a...playing card? Upon close examination, scrawled with a black felt tip pen was Callie's name, a phone number and "Tonight...dancing? 11 00pm, Emerald City Bar," across the face of an ace of hearts. I lightly chuckle. Callie did more then ask me what my horoscope was tonight- our time together was woven to become "inevitable".

I looked down at my watch- 11 00 pm was in 20 minutes. I rush out of the restaurant in a whirlwind, as I'm never late for a date- at least, not with Callie, my pretty lady in the rain.

Author's Note:

Please review! :)

That's it! Wow, what a journey! I can't begin to tell how many times I was just stumped by the ending- I wanted it to be charming, yet still containing tension and conflict. I regained energy and focus by watching a lot of Ellen DeGeneres and her interviews with the Grey's cast- but also remembering to have fun with the story! I'm happy with how the story went- I really felt the characters writing themselves at times, Arizona and Callie just really love each other.

This story was set after Erica had broken up with Callie in the parking lot and by some chance, agreed to meet up with Callie again to talk it out. But I don't delve too much in this alternative and just focus on Arizona's attraction, which is strongly reciprocated, to Callie. It wasn't too hard to figure out how to describe beautiful people- you meet them every day.

I was inspired by Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" for one of the instances Arizona describes Callie- "If Callie's features were to to replace the night sky, her eyes would take the place of the stars, twinkling in their stead..." Romeo's speech to Juliet while he hides under her balcony is very profoundly sweet.

Thanks to everyone who followed, favourited and struck up a conversation with. As always, constructive criticism is appreciated! I also deeply appreciate having gained an audience for my current obsession to write.

Another story of Callie and Arizona will come, this time, with a little fun under the sun! See you next time!