Chapter 4: Twenty more minutes

"Well, I'm just discovering I'm living in a different body

Caught a little insight into

Everything that's happening to me."

Even after years living in LA, Arizona had never come to this bar. Teddy had dragged her here after half an hour of arguments, until she got tired of saying no and decided to come. It had been two months since she had gone to a bar, to simply drink and have fun. And even though she didn't know anyone who would be there besides Teddy, she made an effort to put on a pleasant face. Those were the people Teddy worked with, her friends. She would stay for an hour, be social and then go home. That couldn't be too bad, right?

She entered the bar with Teddy leading the way and looked around. There was something about this place that made her think of her younger days. It was crowded, people were dancing and singing in a stage. Oh, karaoke night. Yeah, this bar was like going back in time, to when she actually had a social life, in college. That bar she went two months ago? It was nothing like this. In her admiration of the atmosphere, she didn't notice they were now standing in front of a table, her eyes still on the stage, where a man was finishing his song and getting applauses from everyone. She smiled lightly.

"Arizona!", Teddy's voice brought her out of her reverie. She turned her head and was faced with a lot of knew faces. One familiar face captured her attention. Her heart skipped a beat in surprise. She knew there was a possibility of Dr. Torres being here. If she was being honest with herself, that was probably the reason she had decided to come. She didn't know why seeing the woman was a valid reason to get out of the comfort of her house. But here she was, in front of her and her beautiful complexion gave her the answer she needed.

She held her gaze on the expressive brown eyes she saw for the first time almost a week ago. "Arizona?!", Teddy called to get her attention.

"Oh, sorry", she said when she was finally able to take her eyes from the woman, her image still burning on her mind while she looked at everybody else. She greeted everyone, Teddy introducing them by their names. There was this man, she didn't really know what to think about him. But whatever it came to be, it wouldn't be anything good. He had a smirk on his face while looking at her. It was uncomfortable to have his eyes on her, as if he knew more than he should. But refused to look away. It wasn't an easy task to intimidate Arizona Robbins.

"And this is Callie Torres."

"Miss Robbins!" That was when her attention was brought back to the brunette.

"Do you guys know each other?", Teddy asked, curious, as she saw the distinct look of recognition in Callie's face.

"Yes. Dr. Torres was Julie's doctor when she was shot."

"It's Callie. You can call me Callie. We are out of the hospital." Callie was face to face with the woman. She thanked whichever God out there, that she had thrown some drinks down her throat by now. Otherwise se wouldn't be able to even move. Arizona was beautiful the first time she met her, in a brown leather skirt and a beige blouse, but today? Well, today she was something else. Light blue skinny jeans, white vans and a black simple shirt, hair up in a ponytail. If she wasn't seeing it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe that someone like her was dressed like that. She wouldn't ever doubt, though, that the woman would be beautiful wearing anything.

"Well, Callie. It's nice seeing you again." Arizona's voice was soft and calm, even if her hands going inside the back pockets of her jeans, showed a sign of discomfort or hesitance.

"I'm glad you came." Callie gave her a big smile, hoping to ease the clear tension in the other woman's demeanor. She got a little smile back. And for now that small smile was enough.

"So, blondie… How are you this fine night?" That was obviously Mark, he didn't get any response, though. Arizona looked at everyone but him.

"I think he is talking to you", the beautiful brunette stated.

"Well, I only attend to Miss Robbins or Arizona", Arizona joked. Actually, no, it wasn't a joke. All the people in the table found it funny, though, because she could hear everyone laughing. Everyone but Mark.

"Alright, what does everyone wants to drink? I'm heading to the bar to bring us some booze." Owen got up from his stool and clapped his hands, waiting for his friends requests.

"I'll go with another tequila." So, she is the wild kind of girl, concluded Arizona, smiling to herself.

"Beer, beer, beer!" Those were Mark, Cristina and Lexie.

"Some vodka", "Yes, I'll go with vodka too", Bailey and Teddy said.

Owen looked at Arizona expectantly. "A glass of white wine."

Owen went to the bar and Arizona was suddenly completely lost. There wasn't a chair or stool for her to sit. She didn't know how to initiate a conversation with those people. Not about anything she thought would interest them. She averted her eyes to the stage. This blonde girl started singing a terrible version of Toxic, by Britney. She laughed at the woman and as soon as her laugh died, she was sure she was being observed. There was this feeling as if someone was staring hard at her profile. She could easily turn around and smile to whom she was sure was the owner of deepest brown eyes she had ever seen. But then, what? She was completely out of practice in terms of flirting, or even getting to know people. It had been too long. And when she wanted a quick lay, she didn't really have to put too much effort on getting to know them. There was barely any talk in those encounters, anyway. But this was different. Because Callie, well… Callie's presence made her feel different, in a really unsettling way. And, apparently, the confident woman she was didn't come to the party when Callie was at the party. A few minutes later, she felt the relief and the agony of being 'left alone'. There were no eyes on her. She took a deep breath and focused on the stage again. Much to her surprise, it was a man who was singing now, the chorus of a song. She didn't know where the beginning of the song had went, she was just too lost in thought.

"Well, we're here to celebrate, so let's make a toast to Callie's brilliance!" Owen said, giving everyone their drinks. She turned back to the people and grabbed her white wine, risking a quick glance Callie's way. She was laughing, with this captivating glow shining on the skin of her amused and embarrassed face.

"Come on, guys. It's only the first step."

"To the first step no one has ever taken." Mark raised his glass, encouraging all of them to do the same.

"To the first step!", they toasted.

Callie looked at her and smiled, before washing her tequila down her throat. She made a face, squeezing her eyes shut, what Arizona found weirdly cute.

"What are they talking about?", Arizona asked Teddy, curious about the reason why she was here, celebrating Callie.

"She just made synthetic cartilage from scratch."

"Wow!" It was interesting to observe moments like this. An extraordinary fact being celebrated in a really ordinary way. Extraordinary people behaving like ordinary people. She liked it, the normality of the scene unfolding before her eyes. They could be any group of friends, having drinks to acknowledge the fact that one of them got a promotion, for example. It was one of the things she missed from her young years. Her normal friends, attending to normal parties with normal people. She missed the joking around, the silly faces. For years, now, she had to deal with people in such a formal way that it seemed she had forgotten about how to really just be herself in front of everyone.

Her job had completely consumed her life. In a way that the parties she went were beneficent or media events. The late night calls were from clients living the other side of the country and not from her best friend to just talk or a lover telling her she was missed. Her time on the computer was to work, not to have a little fun browsing around on youtube, an old hobby of hers. There were just a few people who could bring her back to her old self and only in really rare occasions. And getting to that conclusion here, now, made her feel completely lost.

"Yeah. She is something else."

"She seems to be", Arizona simply declared, taking a sip of her wine as she observed Callie putting her hand over Mark's extended one. The man pulling her towards the dance floor. The karaoke was over and people started to get together in couples and small groups to dance. She was all of a sudden completely out of her lamentations because the ortho surgeon started to move in a way that made it impossible for her eyes to look somewhere else. The red dress she was wearing making her hips sway attractively. Arizona bit on her lips, thinking about what she had chosen to wear tonight. She felt ridiculous. Everyone around was dressed casually, much like herself. It didn't help her unexpected insecurity, though. What was it about this woman that made her feel this way?

She drunk more of her wine and forced herself to look away. Turned her attention to the other people in the table she sat where Callie was sitting before, engaging in a light conversation with Teddy's friends for about half an hour. They were nice. Miranda, the general surgeon, had this hilarious sarcasm in her sentences. Owen was a serious guy and she couldn't help but notice Teddy's googly eyes towards him now and then. Cristina was just plain weird. And Lexie was sweet. She pitied the girl, though, because she couldn't take her own eyes from Mark and Callie dancing. It was clear she had a major crush on him.

She avoided looking in their direction. But it became impossible when some kind of electronic salsa started to play. And there was her, dancing like a freaking competitor in that Dance with the Stars TV show, black hair flying when Mark started spinning her really fast. Yeah, fuck. She drunk the last of her wine and busied her shaky hands on drawing circles on the edge or her glass.

"You're staring!", Teddy's voice sounded in her ear after a minute.

"Can't help it", she chuckled. Teddy following.

"Why don't you go there and ask her for a dance? I know you want to." Her friend's voice was back on her ear, like the voice of the little demon inside her head.

"Can't deny it." The friends laughed together at Arizona's honest admission. "She's having a good time with him and I'm a terrible dancer." The blonde stopped the motion her fingers were doing on the glass and turned her body to Teddy, sighing deeply. "Besides, I'm about to go home."

"Maybe invite another woman to dance?" Teddy knew Arizona hadn't been involved with anyone for quite some time. She didn't want to push more than she already had, because her friend had never reacted well to anyone trying to take control of her life, but this was just a small intervention. She could try, right?

"I don't dance, Teddy."

"You did before." The blonde surgeon declared, knowing well her friend would instantly remember that one time they danced half naked, with a bottle of wine in each of their hands, after Arizona ended things with Camille.

"Yeah! That was fun." She smiled, reminiscing. "But really, I should go home. It's a week day, Tedds!"

"Who cares?"

"I do... I have an early morning." She put the empty glass on the table and took a 10 dollar bill out of her pocket.

"She's staring at you", Mark half yelled over the loud music.

"Who?", Callie yelled back, before Mark pulled her closer, his hands moving with her hips from behind.

"Blondie."

"Don't call her that. She doesn't like it." She said, fighting the urge to look towards their table and see the blonde.

"She is staring at you, didn't you get that?" Strong hands turned her around to look directly at him.

"Why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter?", he laughed snaking his hands on her waist and swaying their bodies together. "You don't know how to play it cool, Torres. Your movements are suddenly very unstable."

"My movements are always on point", she cockily declared, regaining the control over her body.

"She likes woman, you know?"

"She doesn't."

"She does. And If I'm correct, she likes your movements alright." The smirk on his face started to get her annoyed. She just wanted to dance. This was a good night, a fun night. She wanted to enjoy it. She didn't want to worry about people looking at her. She just wanted to get loose.

"Stop being a pig, Mark. Just dance."

"Want me to start conversation with her for you?" He was kidding, right? She laughed hard.

"No."

"You want it, Torres."

"You're terrible at starting conversations, Mark."

"That's where you always go wrong, you know, Torres?" Mark said in a serious tone, as he brought her closer and danced slowly, while hugging his best friend. "You always fall in love before you actually know the person. You get your expectations high and then you have your heart broken." The song was anything but slow, but his arms were comforting, his worlds were true and the alcohol was starting to get the best of her. She laid her head on his chest and sighed, trying to maintain her balance. "Just have fun once or twice. Don't fall." As if it was that easy. She wasn't in love, though. Not yet, at least. It was too soon. Even for her. She couldn't, deny, though, that her body always got instantly warm when she heard about the woman or saw her face. Magazine or real life.

"We're the complete opposites. You are the person someone gets high expectations about only to have their heart broken. I've seen the way Lexie looks at you." At her declaration, his arms tightened around her. "We're both losers, so shut up."

"True." He laughed on her hair. Depositing a kiss on her head.

The song soon ended and they came back to the table to see an annoyed Arizona discussing something with Teddy, a dollar bill being put on the table.

"You're going already?" Inhibition, something Callie was trying to maintain after her 4 tequila shot. She was bathed in the glow of the blue eyes as the woman turned her head after hearing her voice.

"Yeah. I work early tomorrow", the blonde shrugged.

"Would you… Why don't you stay a bit more? We didn't have the opportunity to talk." Nice one, Callie. For someone as tipsy as you are right now, that was a smart move. She saw Arizona slightly open her mouth and then close it. Her hands were back in her pockets.

"Oh...", she simply said after a few more seconds.

Callie didn't give her time to think of anything else to say. "Just one drink more." She seemed to ponder. All of her friends were already looking at them expectantly.

"Okay." The small smile on the blondes face was unsure, her body relaxed when Callie smiled back at her.

"You sit back there. I'll grab the drinks. White wine, right?"

"Yes, please."

Callie was now more confident in herself. She had dreaded this moment since the blonde arrived, because that beautiful woman sitting in a bar stool in Joe's was Arizona Robbins. Even if she didn't have any clue about what the name meant to the world, she knew the blonde was a big deal. Would she even pay her any attention? Would she be interested in what Callie had to offer in a conversation? She didn't know, but she was ready to find out. There was just something in the way she smiled. And she wanted to see more of that.

While Callie was at the bar, getting them both a glass of white wine, she looked at the table. Miranda was on the phone, instantly getting her purse, telling everyone her goodbyes and walking out of the bar, phone still on her ear. That was odd. She made a note to text her later. Cristina had already too much and was weirdly sleeping on Lexie's shoulder. Owen and mark were laughing at something while looking at the dance floor. The man behind the counter gave her the drinks and she sighed, making her way back to where she left Arizona waiting.

"So, you and Teddy know each other for long?", Callie asked after she gave Arizona her glass and sat in front of her. Even if the question was just an easy way to start conversation, she was indeed interested.

"Since we were kids. We lived in a military base together." She saw Teddy nodding her head, before taking a sip of her vodka.

"That's nice. To have a friend for that long." The oldest friend Callie had was still living in Miami. She didn't know anything about her anymore. It had been a long time since they had talked. And she thought that it would be cool to have had her by her side after she came to LA. She had lived a lot of hard stuff here. And good stuff too. All of it deserved to be lived with someone by her side, she thought.

"Eh, with Teddy I don't really know." The mischievous look on Arizona's face was amusing and quite cute. The blonde avoided looking at Teddy after saying it, chuckling to herself when she felt her friend nudging her on the shoulder.

"Heeey, I'm a good friend", declared Teddy, her voice feigning hurt.

A tall slender figure approached them, by Teddy's side and extended a hand to her. "A dance?", offered Owen with a charming smile. Yeah. There was definitely something there. She didn't want to speculate, though. Owen was in a very serious relationship with Cristina.

"Sure!" The blonde surgeon followed the lead of her dance partner with a smile, leaving them basically alone. Lexie too engrossed on something on her phone and Mark at the bar, getting more to drink. There was this silent staring contest between them after being alone, none of them knowing how to keep the conversation going. There were a lot of things she wanted to know about Arizona. But she didn't know how to start talking. The blue eyes burring on her started making her uncomfortable, so she averted her eyes to look at the beverage in her right hand.

"So, you're this big surgeon who makes cartilage out of nothing, huh?" The blonde's voice seemed excited about the subject and it was enough for Callie to smile and look back at her. She was proud of herself. It would be a big step in her career.

"I'm still a resident. You know that. I just... I have been having a lot of free time", she shrugged. It was partially true. After Erica left, Callie just couldn't spend her free time at home. That would end up with her thinking about the other woman and she didn't want to think about her. Like she didn't want to think about her now, while talking to the woman in front of her. She deserved her attention.

"Being a resident? You have free time?", Arizona incredulously questioned.

"Yeah. Sleeping at home is overrated." Arizona laughed, Callie's own laugh following. "And you, queen of the kick ass commercials?"

"Oh, so you know who I am." The blonde seemed more comfortable in her element now. Maybe because they were alone? She would like to think so.

"Barely", Callie faked a pout. "Unfortunately…"

"Well, I do work with marketing. And I write books."

"A writer! That's charming." It was indeed really charming. An image of Arizona wearing only a big loose shirt, hair in a bun, sitting on a chair in front of the computer, one leg up, while her glass covered eyes concentrated in the words of the bright screen in a dark room came to her mind. It was disturbing in a really pleasant way. The alcohol she had was not able to make her completely drunk. But her mind was definitely slightly altered.

"Yes, it gets the ladies attention", Arizona smiled and drank more of her wine.

"So, blondie..." Idiot Mark spoke, stopping by Callie's side. The brunette gave him a death glare. He didn't mind it one bit, it seemed. The alcohol was starting to get the best of him too. "A bird told us you deprived all of LA of being graced with your beauty by burning all of those magazines."

What the fuck? Is he crazy? Before she could say anything, Arizona started talking in a really serious tone and an icy glare. "The bird told you right. Unfortunately, there is no way of depriving the world of your useless existence, is it?"

Callie chocked on her drink. This was the second time she was choking on drinks because of the same woman. She couldn't help but laugh, though. Her laugh was immediately replaced by disappointment as she saw the blonde put her glass on the table and start to stand.

"Callie, it was nice talking to you", she said, looking directly at her. "I hope we can see more of each other soon. Have a good night. And congratulations on your cartilage." And just like that she started her way towards the exit.

"Arizona, wait!", Callie almost screamed over the loud noises in the bar. Mark completely forgotten, she walked to the blonde woman.

"What?" That was clearly annoyance in her face.

"You don't have to go because of him. He's… An idiot." She apologized for her friend.

"A man would never make me do what I don't want to do, Callie." The latina tried not to get offended by Arizona's tone.

"You don't want to stay and talk?", she insisted, trying not to sound too desperate. But she needed to somehow make fix things for the blonde. And it wasn't fair that Mark got to ruin what was starting to be an interesting conversation.

"I... I have work early tomorrow." Her voice was softer now and it was all the encouragement Callie needed.

"Aren't you the boss? I mean, you can go in whatever time you want, don't you? When the reason you're late is a valid reason..." That may be presumptuous of Callie to think she was a valid reason for the woman to stay and be late for work the next day. But hey, she had to try. When Arizona said nothing, she insisted one more time. That would be her last attempt. "20 minutes?"

"Did you see the pictures?", Arizona asked when they took a seat in a free table closer to the bar's door.

"Yes. I've seen them", Callie honestly answered.

"Great!" Arizona was uncomfortable again and Callie didn't know what it was all about. The way Arizona seemed to be okay for a couple minutes and then get tense.

"They were, actually." That wasn't supposed to get out of her mouth. But again, inhibition was something she was trying hard to maintain.

"They weren't supposed to be out." It was obvious they weren't, and both of them knew about that. She understood Arizona's need to reinforce that information, though.

"I know. But well, they are. There is no changing that. It's past, anyway. Soon nobody will remember it." It was supposed to be comforting to the blonde to know that soon no one would remember it. Except that… "I mean, not that you aren't memorable. Yeah. You are definitely memorable. People wouldn't forget you. Not in pictures like that, anyway. But, yeah... soon it won't be the news of the moment." Yeah, tequila and wine? Not a good combination. She was starting to embarrass herself and think that insisting on the other woman to stay wasn't that good of an idea when she was more than half way into a completely drunk state. The blonde didn't seem fazed, though. Giving her a small smile, instead, before getting serious again.

"I like having my privacy kept."

"I'm sure it's annoying having your intimacy go public like that, yes." Callie sighed heavily and concentrated in looking into the blue eyes to steady herself. They were gorgeous and there was never a possibility that looking at those eyes would make her concentrate. But all of the opposite.

"It's not that. Not only that, anyway. I have a big company, people who matter know who I am and what I do. I have a great job, I do what I love, I earn more money than I need by doing it. But I'm a normal person. I was, at least. I had the best of both worlds. The success and the anonymity. Now, everybody in LA knows who I am. People who 'don't matter'. Like I didn't matter to them. Even if they watched 30 of my commercials every year, the person behind them, in this case me, didn't matter to them. And now, just because there are pictures of me half naked out there, I will start to matter. Not because of my commercials or the books, but because of those pictures. And that is all I always tried to avoid. That's one thing I wanted to avoid for as long as I live. So, this is what truly makes me pissed about it. Not just because now I can have pictures taken of me while I get the newspaper from my front door wearing pajamas!"

It made sense. She understood now why Mark's comment bothered her so much. It wasn't really about the pictures. It was about her work, which she concluded by the brief interaction, was the most important thing in the blonde's life. "I'm sorry about it...", she said sincerely. Trying to lighten the mood, she thought of something. "Do you want to tell me some of the commercials you did this last year so I can remember you for being the queen of TV commercials instead of the beautiful woman in the magazine cover?" The blonde's face was still serious, but that little curve on her lips was definitely the beginning of a smile. "Come on. All I know about you is that you have a big company, you're Teddy's friend, your assistant was my patient and that you totally kicked Mark's ass right there, by the way." Mark was well used to have people calling him out. But what had just happened was something else entirely. "What makes me like you already! So, tell me more so I can remember you for other things beside that."

"Uh…", Arizona hesitated, sighing and resting her body on the back of the chair, as if pondering what she could tell or not. This woman was hard to get to know, what only made Callie want to know her more.

"I can start. That way you will remember me as more than your assistant's doctor", she offered, sending precaution out of the window. Mark said she never really got to know the person before she fell in love, right? She could try making things different this time around. If only Arizona let her brake the first layer of her walls. "I was born in Cuba. Came to The States at age 5. Which means I speak Spanish. I still talk to my parents in Spanish. Or talked, I don't know anymore because they refuse to talk to me these days." That was definitely too much information, but right now she was past the stage of being careful and walking on eggshells with people. "All I did my whole life was study. Dance classes, singing classes, piano classes, medicine. I lived in Miami almost my whole life. I came to LA for med School. And here I am..." All the while she was talking, Arizona just stood there, listening, surprisingly interested on her half-drunk rambling.

"Piano?", she asked, almost startling the brunette, because she thought she would have to continue talking for at least five more minutes, until the blonde was tired of her and said her goodbyes.

"I only play a little bit. It was my favorite instrument growing up. I took lessons for almost 8 years. "

"I love piano solos." That piece an important piece of information, Callie thought. One more thing she knew about the blonde and hoped to remember tomorrow when she woke up. "It isn't you favorite anymore?"

"I still like the piano, but I started appreciating other stuff too. So, to this day, I like it all." She saw Arizona nodding in understanding. They didn't have their drinks anymore and Callie was now very aware of the fact she didn't know what to do with her hands and didn't have the alcohol to somehow distract her from the way her body was reacting to the blonde's presence. "Your turn..." She tried passing the ball to Arizona's court. She didn't bite the bait, though. She just looked directly into her brown eyes and grinned, the blonde's hands resting in her lap while she shook her leg viciously. "Come on. I'm not a paparazzi trying to gather more information about you to go in the new edition of a gossip magazine." If she had she opportunity to hear what she had just said she was sure she would conclude that her tone had come out slightly irritated. But it seemed to work, when Arizona started talking.

"Okay. Hum... I grew up everywhere since I am a marine brat. Germany, Japan and all around The States." Impressive, Callie thought. But it still looked like Arizona was searching on her head for things about her that Callie could easily find in internet. She did understand it. And anything she got to know from the blondes own mouth, she would be happy with.

"You speak german?"

"Not anymore. It's a hard language and I don't practice, so..."

"Japanese?"

"That even less…", she chuckled. A chuckle was a good reward after all of the effort she had put on talking to this woman.

"What are your books about?

"Women, homossexuality, the influence of media on people's lives!" Mark was right, then? Arizona liked women? She didn't like reading, but right now she knew she needed to read the books. Maybe it would be a much easier way to get to know Arizona.

"Does Teddy have them?"

"This is looking like the twenty questions game", Arizona joke.

"I'm taking advantage of the fact that you finally decided to let me get to know a little bit about you." Her honest declaration was rewarded with a bigger smile, dimples and all, much to Callie's enchantment.

"All of them, yes! I'm not sure if she has read them, though! They're probably just accumulating mold on her shelf." There wasn't even a little bit of resentment on Arizona's voice. She was actually amused by the fact.

"Her loss!"

"You don't know about that."

"I don't. But I do, somehow."

"Well, thank you."

Silence took over them for longer than a minute. She watched Arizona for a few moments, while she pretended to listen to the song playing. There was this weird atmosphere around them. But she didn't really want it to be over. The music came to an end and the bar was silent for an instant. That was when Arizona looked at her watch and blue eyes smiled apologetically in Callie's direction, as she started moving from where she was seated.

"I really have to go, now."

"Oh, alright."

"I'm sorry." It was a sincere apology. Callie knew she had done everything wrong, but the other woman still seemed truly sorry for having to go.

"It's okay", Callie stood from her own seat, getting closer to Arizona.

"Congratulations on your cartilage, Callie. It is truly brilliant. I'm sure you will succeed and I'll be watching you on TV talking all about how you changed medicine." She talked in a way that made Callie believe it herself, all the while holding her arm.

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right", she said cockily. Walking away in Teddy's direction, probably to tell her she was leaving, the blonde waved a "Bye", her dimples popping again. Not a minute later, Arizona walked out of the bar, living Callie alone and aware of the fact that she actually was alone. Not only in the moment, but in the world. Taking her cellphone out of her pocket, she did something she was trying really hard not to do since two days ago. Her fingers quickly typed a message and she hit the send button. Things had to change.

*So, I have a niece and you didn't tell me?*

"Hopeless

Everybody says it's just another decay of the soul

But I know I'm hopeless, follower of anything to take me

Away from this hole in the ground."

(Hopeless - KT Tunstall)

AN: This chapter is dedicated to a special friend. She knows who she is. Originally, it was supposed to have three more scenes in it. But since it was getting too big, you will only see those three scenes in the next chapter. What I tried to do here, in their second meeting, was to bring the normal insecurity we feel when we meet someone we actually have interest in being in some kind of relationship with. Callie's insecurity comes from the fact that she had her heart broken twice not so long ago. But Callie is Callie, always impulsive. Arizona's insecurity comes from the fact that Callie somehow makes her feel different from all the other times she liked a woman. She recognizes it as more than attraction and none of her previous relationships started that way. Besides, she is living a really busy time in work.

Also, do you guys recognize the singer of the song in this chapter? I love KT Tunstall so much. A lot of her songs. I actually got to know her music before I started watching Grey's Anatomy, back in the 2007. That's long ago, huh? Oh, and I opened a twitter account recently. So, follow me there, if you would like. thewreckedship

I would like to thank the new people who reviewed the last chapter; it's really nice to have you here commenting on my story. And I missed some of the ones who previously reviewed, your absence was noticed. I really hope you guys liked this chapter and, as usual, I answered all the reviews in the review section.

What will happen next? Let me hear what you think?