A cell phone rings in the distance and Arizona, still with her eyes closed, reaches out to the side leaning her fingers against someone. Opening her eyes wide and looking to her side, Arizona sees Merida Harris sleeping peacefully and with an arm around her waist.
Still stricken and irritated by the cell phone that keeps ringing, the pediatrician turns the body to the other side and, picking up the device, answers angrily:
— Robbins...
— Doctor, the 3209 patient needs surgery and the parents don't want anyone but you. — a resident says with a concerned voice.
Running her hands over her face, Arizona replies:
— I'm going... You can tell them that I'll be right there! — as soon as she hangs up, Arizona tries to get up, but she feels Merida's arm tightening around her waist. — Um... — she looks at the redhead and, as if something startles her, her blue eyes widen. — Oh, God! — Arizona puts her hands over her mouth. — She slept here!
Carefully getting out of bed so as not to wake the Welsh, Arizona stands and, placing one hand on her waist and the other on her mouth, murmurs:
— Alex had said that Merida usually leaves in the middle of the night. However... she's still here... — the American woman smiles and, raising her shoulders, says: — Yeah... apparently, I'm not just "any woman"! — so, wondering why she was awake at that time, Arizona hurries forward to the wardrobe. — Aaaahhh! Surgery!
As soon as Arizona arrives at the Pediatrics floor, she locks her hair in a hurried bun and, going ahead to the ward counter, says:
— Michelle, good morning! — the nurse smiles and the American continues to speak: — How did Alicia Harris spend the night? The patient who is in bed 7 of the ICU.
The young woman looks at the computer in front of her and, after a few seconds of silence, replies:
— It was a quiet night, doctor. Her condition is good and Dr. Amber said that tomorrow it would be good to transfer her to a room.
With a nod, Arizona says:
— Yeah... that's great! — she slaps her hand against the counter and points to the young woman. — Is that woman staying with Alicia Harris already here? The woman named Bree?
— No, doctor. But yesterday she left late and we had to let her stay with the child, although it wasn't visiting hours, since our boss Harriet had come personally to authorize it. — the nurse comments, rolling her eyes.
— Oh... our director always takes away our authority, right? — Arizona questions when making a face. — Anyway, if this Bree woman looks for me, you can say I haven't arrived yet, okay? But if Merida Harris comes and asks for me and I'm still in surgery, please ask her to wait.
Raising an eyebrow and smiling in a goofy way, the young woman comments:
— Um, apparently dinner with her was great, huh?!
At that moment, Arizona widens her eyes and, putting her hands on her waist, looks shocked at the nurse:
— Well, but who said that?! What dinner?!
— Ah, Dr. Robbins! Everyone was aware of your dinner with Harris! Did you forget how quickly things spread in this hospital?! What's up? How was it?! — the girl exclaims with laughter, making Arizona remain in shock. — She's the mother of a patient, you know this is going to be a problem, don't you?
— Bah! But how much nonsense! Nothing happened between us! Nothing! — Arizona exclaims, shaking her head, while releasing the sneakers wheels. — Besides, what I do in private life doesn't matter to you... gossip people! Bye-bye! — and as soon as the pediatrician skates to the elevator, she murmurs: — See?! A patient's mom... Why! It's not that wrong... Well, at least it didn't seem wrong yesterday...
Coming out of surgery, Arizona walks quietly down the corridor towards the elevator, while pulling out her cell phone and not seeing any calls from Merida.
— Um... how strange... — she mumbles when she notices that it's past 7 am and, entering the elevator, presses the button on the pediatric floor. — Is she still sleeping?
So, as soon as she leaves on the desired floor, Arizona puts her cell phone back in her pocket and, stopping in front of the nurse's desk, puts on her lab coat, still thinking about the day before and wondering if Merida wouldn't talk to her anymore, as she seems to do with the women who goes out to dinner.
— Dr. Robbins! — one of the hospital receptionists appears running and stops in front of her. — Oh, doctor, this has just arrived for you.
Looking from the young woman to the small envelope in her hands, Arizona takes the object and nods her thanks. As soon as the receptionist returns to the elevator, the pediatrician opens the envelope and her flat key falls into her hand, along with a small piece of paper.
— Well! — Arizona exclaims somewhat disappointed, since she expected the redhead to return the key in person, indicating that she loved being with her. — Apparently, her message will be to say that it was very good, but that we won't be able to see each other anymore... — the pediatrician leans against the counter and reads the small paper: — Arizona, I apologize for not having handed over your key personally, but I had a rather urgent problem at my Company and had to run there. — Arizona stops reading and shakes her head. — Now is the part where she says that it's only once... Why the hell did I fall into that puddle and appear naked at the door?!
She laughs, feeling silly for having liked the day before and the redhead's company so much, and returns her eyes to the small role:
— I would like to say how different and surprising it was to be with you yesterday, I never had a "dinner" like ours. — Arizona stops reading again and smiles from the corner remembering the way it all happened last night. — She's a patient's mom and hired me as a private doctor for her daughter. That shouldn't have happened... — she shakes her head and takes her eyes back to the paper: — Anyway, Arizona, I would like to see you again and this time you choose our dinner. Oh, and you can go dressed the way you feel best, you don't need to put on anything very... "social". You're beautiful anyway and you should dress as you like. Kisses...
At that moment, Arizona widens her blue eyes, puts a hand over her mouth, and reads again, fearing she's seeing things that aren't there. However, realizing that Merida Harris really wants to see her again.
— AAAHHHH! — Arizona exclaims cheerfully and squeezes the small paper in her hands, smiling silly. — I don't believe it!? She wants to see me again! — she keeps the message in her coat pocket and walks to the children's ICU, determined to see Alicia. — But… she's my patient's mom... and now?! Oh, that's not fair!
The moment she arrives at the ICU, Arizona is faced with Bree standing beside Alicia's bed and stroking the child's hair.
— Aaaiii... Fuck! — Arizona murmurs a little afraid to approach the woman, but knows she needs to do her job and, sighing deeply, walks over there. — Good Morning!
— Oh! Good morning, Dr. Robbins! — Bree exclaims with her enigmatic look at the pediatrician. — How was dinner yesterday?
With wide eyes, realizing that the conversation would not be based on delicate and subtle words, Arizona begins to evaluate Alicia, while answering:
— Let's say that dinner was different and... — she puts the stethoscope over her ears and smiles: — ...very, but very good!
Bree doesn't seem to believe it, keeps her green eyes fixed on the doctor and squeezes one hand on the other, indicating that she is extremely uncomfortable with the conversation she had initiated.
— Oh! Really?! — Bree forces a smile, but twisting her mouth to the side. — Oh, that's good!
Asserting with her head and replacing the stethoscope on her neck, Arizona evaluates the girl's eyes and smiles:
— Yeah, it was great! The plans have changed a little bit and it couldn't have been more... perfect! — she winks at Bree and shrugs. — If you know what I mean?!
At that moment, the housekeeper frowns, swallowing, and steps out of the ICU murmuring:
— Didn't Santana and Marcélle do what I asked?!
The moment the elegant elevator doors open, Merida leaves whistling and smiling silly as she walks down the aisle of her company's presidency.
— Look, Marcélle, here she comes! — Santana exclaims as she leaves the table and sits in her chair, crossing her bare legs through the dress and tossing her hair back. — Let's see how it was last night's disastrous dinner!
— I just hope it really went wrong, because I did what Bree told me — Marcélle comments, squinting at the approaching Welsh. — I said I made the reservation for Mrs. Harris, but I didn't. I sabotaged dinner... but she looks so excited.
As soon as Merida arrives in front of the secretaries, she winks at them and exclaims:
— Good morning, ladies! — she kisses each hand and enters her room. — Please, please join me!
Looking at each other with their mouths open, Santana and Marcélle do what the Welsh asks them to do, and as soon as they enter the room, Merida starts talking, while hanging her overcoat on the rack in the small bathroom in the back:
— Please, Marcélle, send one box of half a dozen donuts for Arizona Robbins — she sits in her chair and runs her hands through her curly hair. — Well... try adding a variety of flavors, because I don't know exactly which one she likes, but I know she's crazy about donuts, since there were three in her fridge.
Marcélle and Santana look shocked and somewhat confused at the Welsh, not understanding how she can be that happy and sending sweets to someone who shouldn't even have gone out with her. Then, not containing her tongue, Santana asks:
— Ah, Mrs. Harris... sorry for the question a bit personal, but... — the young woman approaches the table and supports her hands there, looking deep into the green eyes. — How was last night's dinner? Everything went fine? Did she like the restaurant?
With a lost look, remembering the pediatrician's mess and the sweet kisses, Merida sighs and smiles when she answers:
— We didn't go to the restaurant — she looks intensely at her two secretaries, who are clearly in shock. — We stayed at her flat and it was very... different. She is unique! — Merida slaps her hands on the table and stands again, pointing at Marcélle. — Please buy the donuts and have them delivered to the hospital, but put at least one chocolate, as I will eat with her as soon as I see Alicia... — she looks at her watch and returns her gaze to the Frenchwoman. — ...what will be soon, then... Please, dear, do me this favor? — Marcélle nods and Merida winks at her. — Thanks!
Then, exchanging a confused look with Santana, Marcélle leaves, while the Latina remains in front of the table and, crossing her arms, asks:
— Are you going out with her again?! That doctor who wears sneakers with training wheels?! — Merida looks at her confused and Santana continues: — By the way, isn't she your daughter's doctor?! Wouldn't that be unethical on her part?
At that moment, the Welsh looks attentively at the young woman and, pointing a finger at her, responds:
— You are right... she is Alicia's doctor and I don't think it is right for us to go out...
Santana looks satisfied, smiling in corner and certain that she prevented a tragedy, but Merida sits down again and, crossing her legs, she replies:
— Now that Alicia's surgery has already been done and she is out of danger, I believe that there is no need for Arizona anymore to be her doctor and therefore there will be no impediment for us to go out again.
— Are you going out with her again?! — Santana asks shocked and, realizing what she had done, coughs false while resuming a delicate face. — Yeah... I mean... are you going out again?
— Of course I will! — Merida responds winking at the young woman and starts fiddling with her notebook, but returns her gaze to the beautiful Latina. — Ah, San, I would like you to call Bree and ask her about Alicia. Tell her that I'll be at the hospital in an hour or so, and that I had to come here earlier to resolve a problem with Spanish investors.
— Yes, ma'am — Santana answers discouraged and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. — Damn it! — she exclaims as she sits in her chair and looks annoyed at Marcélle. — Do you believe that she will go out again with that "doctor"?!
Also with a horrified and extremely shocked, Marcélle replies:
— San, oh, I'm speechless... I did what Bree ordered, that is, I sabotaged dinner by not making reservations, but it didn't help, since they stayed at the blonde's house... Oh!
— Yeah! — Santana exclaims in disgust. — And they will see each other again! In other words, this one is different from the others and soon, she will be here thinking that she may be our boss! — the latina snorts irritably and crosses her arms. — I will not admit that doctor of joy telling me what I should or should not do. We have to do something, Marcélle!
Sitting in the canteen drinking delicious hot chocolate with a lot of whipped cream and eating a muffin, Arizona smiles when thinking where she could go with Merida for dinner, when her cell phone rings and, seeing that is Alexandra, answers all excited:
— Guuuuuuurl!
— Aaahhh, I don't even want to say hello, Ary, because I already want to hear EVERYTHING! — Alexandra exclaims loudly, causing the pediatrician to remove the cell phone from her ear for a few seconds. — Come on! Spill the tea!
Swallowing an exaggerated piece of the muffin, Arizona wipes her mouth with her napkin and tells everything, from the moment she was getting ready, until dawn.
— And when I left, she was sleeping in my bed and in a very peaceful way... — Arizona finishes her story already leaving the elevator and walking to the doctors' room on the 4th floor. — Just think, girl... she SLEPT at my house and now she sent me my key saying that I could choose the place where we will have dinner today.
Alexandra doesn't say anything immediately and, before Arizona continues to speak, she exclaims:
— I'm shocked! Arizona, what do you mean, she slept at your house?! Really?!
— Yup! And now I don't know where we could go out today. — Arizona comments thoughtfully and, when entering the room, sits on one of the sofas, stroking her hair. — She made me feel free to choose the place, but I'm a little afraid...
— Ary... my God! She liked you! She really... I think... — Alexandra says looking confused by the words. — Do something that makes you comfortable! Um, do you want me to think of something and give you ideas?
— What?! No! Don't even think, you crazy! — Arizona exclaims when remembering the dress that her friend had helped her buy and that had caused all the commotion. — The last time you chose a dress smaller than my waist and it made a mess, I barely moved and I still fell in a puddle right in front of Merida! I appreciate your kindness, but no! You crazy freak!
— Aaaiii, Ary, you hurt me... — Alexandra comments while pretending to cry, but then laughs. — Well, friend, I have a court now to go, but I'll wait for news, huh?! I'm overjoyed with that!
— Come on, crazy! We talk later! — Arizona says with laughter and hangs up, putting the phone in her coat pocket and throws her head back. — Oh... and now?! What should I do?! Someone with as much money as she must like fancy places... but yesterday she ate pizza with her hands and sat on my couch while watching a silly love movie with me, which means she liked the company more than the place she was... Um...
— But, tell me, Gomes, what was the serious problem with Spain's investments? — Merida questions as soon as Dan Gomes enters her office carrying some files and deposits them on the table, leaving the Welsh with wide eyes. — What happened so terribly there that you couldn't wait for me to visit my daughter first?
— Ah, Merida, it's nothing with Spain, because I already solved the problems there with the investment team. — Dan responds with her usual angry and moody tone, leaving the Welsh with a confused face. — What I would like to say is much more important than that.
Realizing that, as always, Dan Gomes would ask for Santana Lopez's resignation, Merida sits down in her chair and, throwing herself against it, runs her hands over her face when speaking tiredly:
— Oh, no, Gomes! Miss Lopez's resignation again?! — she looks shocked at the brown-haired woman and shakes her head. — My answer remains the same and it is a big no! I won't fire the poor girl, Gomes, as she is an excellent secretary, as is Marcélle!
— Calm down! — Dan says as she sits at a chair and hands a folder to the redhead. — There are my resignation papers!
At that moment, Merida sits upright and looks worriedly at the lawyer:
— How is it?! Your resignation?! You can't do this to me!? I don't accept it! — she throws the folder back to the woman. — You won't leave and it's over!
— I already resigned because I asked for a raise, remember? You gave me the raise, but I thought it was absurd to give this high salary, mainly because I'm your most expensive employee at this company. — Dan explains in her unique way.
— Well, yes, I remember! I gave you the raise... What was the problem with that?! It was not absurd, Gomes, because this company is doing very well and money was never the problem for us! Why the hell did you resign for that?! There is no shortage of money!
— Merida, as I could not let you down, I looked for someone to take my place and, oddly enough, I didn't find anyone with a curriculum as competent as mine — Dan responds with a sigh heavily. — So, I got back, because I realized that I am the best in this business and the only one capable of taking care of this company. So, I made a research of my raise and guess what!?
Realizing where the lawyer is going from with that conversation, Merida throws herself back against the chair and, squeezing her eyes with two fingers, sighs heavily as she says:
— Aaaahhhh... Dan... Miss Lopez won't be sent away! We have more than enough money to raise your salary a million times, so I won't send Santana away just to pay for your raise. Your salary will double and we don't need to send anyone away for that, as THE COMPANY HAS MONEY! A LOT!
Sniffing impatiently, Dan stands and points a finger at Merida:
— Ah, Merida, but that girl does nothing useful in this company. Marcélle is the only secretary who works on this floor, while Santana does absolutely nothing and spends all day filing those huge nails! I think it's a waste of money to have her in this company.
Looking smilingly at the lawyer, Merida winks at her saying:
— Dan... I think this meeting is over, isn't it?! — she stands and moves forward to her overcoat. — I'm going to the hospital to see my daughter and later I'll be here. — she pats the lawyer on the back and leaves the room. — Anything at all just call on my cell phone. — Merida stops at Marcélle's table and asks: — Did you send the donuts to the hospital and put a chocolate one?
— Yes, Mrs. Harris — Marcélle replies with a nod. — Send us news of Alicia, because we are worried about her and we hope to see her soon here.
Kissing the hands of the young woman with short brown hair, Merida smiles at her and replies:
— Yes, miss, I'll tell you about our little girl as soon as I visit her. — she turns to Santana, who is sulking and sitting on the table. — Hey, hermosa... What happened?
Looking intently at the Welsh, Santana stands up suddenly, adjusts the collar of Merida's coat and says:
— Bree said that she heard some things about Dr. Robbins from the hospital and it's not pleasant... I'm worried about you liking her so much and not knowing anything about this woman.
At that moment, Merida gives the young woman a worried look and asks:
— Well, what would it be?! Miss Robbins is nothing like other people and I think I already know everything I need to know about her. — she kisses the top of Santana's head and blinks. — But I appreciate that concern and affection that you and Bree have for me, San. See you!
That said, the redhead walks agitated and somewhat anxious to the elevator, wanting to see Arizona again and thus have a good laugh at the silly things that the pediatrician says without meaning to.
Santana, sitting down at the table again, looks hard at Marcélle and asks:
— Did you sabotage the donuts?
A slightly smile opens on Marcélle's thin lips when she says:
— Yes, dear! Of course I did that... but the chocolate one will be intact! I asked for unimaginable flavors that will surely be horrible for that doctor of joy!
Skating to the pediatric ICU, Arizona sees Merida talking to Bree by Alicia's bed and, almost skidding, enters the room with a silly smile.
— Merida! — Arizona exclaims with a passionate voice and blinks her blue eyes in a sweet way as she stops at the foot of the child's bed. — What a pleasant visit...
The Welsh's green eyes seem to light up and, smiling, she approaches the pediatrician saying:
— Hello, Arizona... — she winks at the American and asks: — Are you all right?
— I'm fine and you? — Arizona says, touching the redhead's arm, completely forgetting the housekeeper beside them. — I think I found the perfect place for dinner today.
At that moment, Bree looks shocked at the women and murmurs to Merida:
— Mery, our little bee is hospitalized and you are worried about dinners with your daughter's doctor? It is not enough that Vanessa left Alicia, will you do the same?!
Looking seriously at the woman next to her and showing an unfriendly expression, Merida seems to think very well about what to say and feels a little guilty, since she would be excited to go out with Arizona and not be so busy with her job or daughter.
Then, before she says anything, Dr. Amber, the cardiologist, comes in saying:
— Ah, Mrs. Harris, I'm glad you're here. Let's settle Alicia and take her to the bedroom. — she steps up to the Welsh and hands her a tablet. — As you see, she is fine and there were no sequels. We'll take you to the room right now and you'll be back with your daughter. — Amber looks at Arizona and raises her eyebrows. — Oh, Robbins, is that what you came here to do? Talk about Alicia?
Seeing Merida clearly strange from one minute to the next, Arizona smiles awkwardly and replies:
— Yes! Yes... I came to talk about that exactly... — she sees the nurses and the cardiologist taking Alicia's bed into the hall and, before Merida leaves too, she takes her arm murmuring: — I wanted to apologize for speaking that here... you know? I'm sorry for talking about our dinner... I didn't mean to say anything that would make you feel bad... I should have talked about Alicia and not about our dinner, so I'm really sorry... Believe me, I'm very professional...
Not being able to stop her heart from being enchanted by that young pediatrician, Merida kisses her lips gently and murmurs:
— It's okay... if you didn't have said, I would ask.
Staying with her eyes fixed on the redhead and wanting to enjoy that moment, Arizona sighs heavily and knows she shouldn't have said that.
Then, moving slightly away from Merida, Arizona says:
— Well, with Alicia waking up, I don't think we can see each other today... I mean, at least, until she's home and out of danger.
Merida doesn't speak immediately, seems to evaluate the blonde for a while, leaving her somewhat afraid of what she will receive as an answer, and nods saying:
— Yes... — she caresses the blonde's cheek and with a sad look. — I think our dinner could be for another day...
— Merida! — Bree exclaims as she signals for the redhead.
Looking at the slender woman and returning her attention to the sweet pediatrician in front of her, Merida seems to be saying something with that look, but Arizona can't understand.
— That's right... it's the best thing to do... — Arizona says trying not to be hurt with that. — Besides, I'm Alicia's doctor and that wouldn't be right... you know? To continue with this... we cannot...
The Welsh says nothing, and as soon as Bree calls her again, she kisses the blonde's hand for a long time and leaves, leaving Arizona with her head down in the middle of the ICU and failing to understand how she could get carried away by someone like that for the first time... to the point of forgetting the patient and remembering just how much she wants to be with the Welsh again!?
— It's better to end this before I get strong feelings for her... What did I just do? I never put anything personal in front of a patient! I should have talked about Alicia, but... all I could think about was how much I was looking forward to going out with Merida again.
— Dr. Robbins? — an intern calls her fearfully and, as soon as the blonde looks at him without really paying attention, he continues to speak: — This has arrived for you.
Arizona sees a colored box in the young man's hands and, approaching him, realizes that it is from a pastry shop. Then, opening the small package, she finds half a dozen colorful donuts and a small card nailed to the lid with the words "To: Arizona Robbins. From: Merida Harris. Ps: it's for us to eat after our dinner!".
Whimpering weakly and hating herself more for realizing how wonderful Merida is, Arizona, putting the message in the pocket of her lab coat, returns the box to the intern saying:
— You can eat them! Share with others, Parker! — the young man nods and the pediatrician sighs heavily, realizing that she shouldn't have done anything she did last night with Merida. — It's not fair! I like her...