There was no sign of Arizona the next day, but Callie watched anyway. Her blinds were still open and there was a book on the back of the floral print chair. Callie squinted and figures out it was a medical book, Grey's Anatomy. The record player was bare. Arizona didn't look to be home.
Callie went to work and thought about Arizona a lot instead of teaching her interns, which got her sent home to 'clear her head' Callie said that she was fine, but Chief Webber sent her home anyways.
She let her hair down and shook it out and put a record on. Then she went to check if Arizona was home yet. She wasn't, but there was a paper plane.
I really do like your hair, Calliope Torres.
Callie was only in her apartment for an additional five minutes from finding to note when there was a knock at her door. She wondered if it was a surprise visit from Addison, or maybe that somebody got her mail by accident and would invite themselves inside to share exciting stories.
Callie opened the door and stopped breathing.
Her skin wasn't porcelain, it had faint lines of impurities from where she'd been smiling too much. Her skin tone was still beautiful, but it didn't glow. She had faint bags under her eyes, barely there. Her lips were smooth and pink and her hair was messy. She was shorter that Callie and her eyes were wide.
They were, in fact, a most beautiful shade of blue.
She said, "Calliope Torres."
And Callie said, "I like your hair."
Arizona took one last step from the hallway and in to Callie's apartment. Callie's hands wrapped around the shorter blonde and Arizona's in Callie's dark hair.
The door was still open when their lips meet. Kissing Callie decided something.
Callie was definitely in love.
The End.