Alexandra says nothing, gets out of the vehicle waving the pediatrician to do the same and steps forward to the trunk:
— Come on, crazy! Come help me get these boxes!
As soon as Arizona does what is told, she holds a cardboard box containing some toys and stuffed animals, while Alexandra's contains books, comic books and lots of colored pencils.
The two women go up the old steps until they stop in front of the huge door and Alexandra rings the bell twice, making Arizona even more confused.
— Alex, where are we?
— You'll know in a minute! — Alexandra replies as soon as the door opens and a lady in her 60s appears. — Good morning, Mrs. Bonnie!
The woman smiles at the prosecutor and gives Arizona room to enter with her.
— Good morning, Alex! I see you brought a friend!
The moment Arizona looks at the place, she realizes she is in an orphanage and hears laughter and screams in the distance, as well as crying here and there. Her blue eyes perceive the house as somewhat old and clearly in need of some repairs, in addition to some newer furniture.
Then, as soon as they enter a large room where there are some sofas, an unlit fireplace and a huge table, Alexandra says:
— Let's put the boxes up there and Bonnie will know what to do, Ary.
The pediatrician does what her friend says and, placing her hands on her hips, looks calmly at the prosecutor.
— Alex... you surprise me, you know?
Alexandra stops with a confused look at her friend and asks:
— Why, why do you say that?
— Well... — Arizona says slowly as her eyes stare at the place. — An orphanage... on a very early Saturday...
Crossing her arms and smiling, Alexandra asks in a playful tone:
— Just because I am somewhat incorrigible in terms of romantic relationships, it means that I cannot dedicate my Saturdays to something human?!
Shaking her head and grabbing her friend's arm, Arizona replies:
— No, crazy. That's not it! It's just... — she shrugs and smiles. — You're amazing, that's all! Why did you never tell me?
Starting to take things out of the boxes and help Bonnie, Alexandra says:
— I don't like this thing of helping and telling everyone, Ary. If we do something from the heart, then there is no reason to show ourselves for that, understand?! Since I moved to London, I have been helping this orphanage in particular, but there are so many others that need help, Ary. There was a criminal case that I worked on it and that's when I was interested in researching orphanages and their conditions. — she swings a pink teddy at the pediatrician and blinks. — Liv and I have been helping this one as much as we can, but there is always a lot to do. Bonnie is the mother of a police officer who works with Olivia and that's why we're getting a lot of donations at the police station.
Not knowing what to say, Arizona smiles, feeling proud of her friend and realizing that there is so much to learn besides her beloved medicine. Then, she approaches Alexandra and begins to help her organize the comic books and books, while feeling something emerging inside her.
After visiting the inside of the orphanage, Arizona sits with Alexandra in the huge yard, where some children play, run and chat animated, and Bonnie appears with a tray containing a teapot and three cups.
— I made a red fruit tea and I hope you like it, Dr. Robbins. — Bonnie says while serving the cups and puts one in front of the American. — If you need sugar, we have over there.
— Oh! Thank you! — Arizona exclaims nodding and clearly puts four lumps of sugar. — Children are very cheerful here despite everything that happens in their lives, Bonnie.
The woman nods and, standing, points to the children.
— We do what we can, but it's difficult to live on donations and, to make matters worse, we no longer have the medical help we had. Dr. Zambell left for Scotland and now we are always running to the public hospital. Two girls have cancer and treatment was scarce after the doctor left.
Arizona looks at Alexandra in dismay and asks:
— Why didn't you tell me about it before, Alex? I could have already helped!
— Well, I wanted to bring you here and so you would decide on your own whether you would help or not, Ary. Being supportive is not something we can impose, don't you agree? — Alexandra responds taking a sip of her coffee and smiles at Bonnie. — Arizona is a pediatrician and a surgeon.
— Seriously?! — Bonnie asks hopefully and, placing the cup on the table, looks at Arizona.
— Yes I am! — Arizona responds worried about those children without weekly medical care and, mainly, those who have cancer. — How are you doing with the treatments? Which hospital are they going to?
With a heavy sigh, Bonnie replies:
— Alexandra helps us when she can and is paying for the treatment of one of the girls, but the other one is getting it with the donation of the police station staff. But it's complicated, because other children need care and minors, especially babies, demand a lot of attention. This orphanage is not from the government, it is something particular that we started a few years ago and basically live on a donation, in addition to my income, since I stay 24 hours.
Arizona takes her eyes to the children playing and feels somewhat fragile. A ball stops at her feet and two girls appear ashamed, she hands them the toy and watches them leave quickly. Then, as if something comes up in her mind, she exclaims:
— I want and I will help you, Bonnie! — she looks from Alexandra to the lady. — Starting next week, every Friday I will be here all day to examine the children. — she looks at her friend and laughs: — Alex, I already know what I will do with the money!
Bonnie widens her eyes and stares in disbelief at the American:
— Dr. Robbins, we don't have a budget to pay for private consultations.
— And you won't even have to pay, Bonnie. — Arizona says excitedly and gently touches the woman's shoulder. — I'm offering my help in the best way I can. I will leave my Fridays free at the hospital so that I can stay here all day, even find a way to conduct the treatment of girls with cancer.
Alexandra, crossing her long legs, asks:
— And what has to do with the money that Merida donated to the hospital, Ary? It's not yours, it's from the hospital, you know, isn't it?!
— Yes I know! — Arizona smiles with a shrug and winks at her friend. — But I also know what I will do with it, Alex! And it will benefit many, many children... I'm sure!
With an expression of someone who doesn't believe and is surprised, Bonnie exclaims:
— Ah, Dr. Robbins, I have no words to express what I am feeling! It's really true?! — Arizona just nods and the woman continues to speak: — Tomorrow I will already organize Dr. Zambell's old office and leave it tidy for you. If you want to bring something or if you prefer it in any way, just let me know.
Winking at the woman and walking towards a group of children playing tag, Arizona exclaims laughing:
— it's okay, next week I will bring the things I need and help you organize the room! — she approaches the children and asks: — So, can I be the catcher?!
It's past 4 pm and Merida, sitting in her office at the company even though it's Saturday, has been there since 6 am checking some reports. She drinks her whiskey as she crosses her legs, looking from time to time from one of the computer screens to the other on which she watches a police film.
— Mrs. Harris?!
As soon as Merida looks up at the door, she sees Santana entering with a worried face and notices how beautiful the young woman also looks in casual clothes.
— Santana! Why are you here?! — the Welsh asks when pausing the film and smiles at the Latina approaching her table. — Shouldn't you be enjoying your Saturday in the company of your friends?
— Ah, I was, but Bree told me that you left the house very early and so far you have not returned... — Santana says in a velvety voice and, supporting her hands on the table, stretches her face to the point of kissing the tip of the redhead's nose. — I was worried and knew exactly where to come to find you.
Merida, for a few seconds, breathes in the young woman's perfume and feels inebriated momentarily, but returns her eyes to the computer screen when she says angry with Bree:
— You didn't have to worry about me, San. I'm fine! — she sighs heavily and looks at her cell phone for the fifth time just at that moment as if waiting for someone. — Bree had nothing to torment you with her excessive worries. Alicia is with my parents traveling and Bree is on top of me as if I were a child! You can go. I'm leaving soon.
Santana notices her boss's reaction well and, after walking around the table, sits on it almost glued to Merida's body.
— Mrs. Harris, why don't you go out for a bit? Enjoy that Alicia is having fun with her grandparents and go out for a while, enjoy life and show off this exotic beauty you have.
Merida doesn't pay much attention to what Santana says, since her thoughts are in Arizona and in her disappearance, even after all that mess has been cleared up.
— I don't understand... Why doesn't she answer my messages? — Merida asks aloud when looking at her cell phone. — Did she block me?
Noticing the Welsh agitation, Santana asks:
— What happened? Could I help you with something?
— Do you believe that Bree was responsible for causing a misunderstanding between Dr. Robbins and me?! — Merida questions unhappy, throws her cell phone on the table and stands walking until she stops in front of the huge windows. — And I bet she managed to block Arizona's number, I'm sure!
In that instant, the young Latina widens her eyes and remembers what she had done before the Welsh traveled. Then, as if thinking about something, Santana exclaims:
— Ah, Bree?! Do you think Bree would have the courage to do that?! — she takes the cell phone off the table and asks: — Could I?...
Turning on her heels and hands on her hips, Merida says with her head when speaking:
— Yes, please! If Arizona's number is blocked, San, please let me know! I will have a serious talk with Bree!
Smiling and realizing that she could achieve her goal much more if she were 24 hours with Merida, Santana immediately shows her cell phone saying:
— Look here... her number was blocked, Mrs. Harris... Oh, what a boring situation to say that, even more from Bree, someone I love too much.
Merida takes the device in her hands and squints at it as if trying to look for something else. Then, showing an incredulous face, she hands the phone back to Santana saying:
— Unblock her now, please! — she runs her hands through her hair and sighs heavily. — I can't believe that Bree had the ability to do this to me?! What does she gain from this attitude?!
Pretending to be slightly sad, Santana does what her boss asks and returns the cell phone to her.
— I'm as surprised as you are, Mrs. Harris. Bree is like a mentor to me and I never imagined that she could do such a thing... especially with you, who is the most perfect and good person in this world! — she gets off the table and caresses the redhead's face. — Think carefully before taking any action. Why don't you go out for fun today? In fact, don't you have those invitations to watch an opera?
Trying not to explode in revolt any more than she already is, Merida says with her head when she speaks:
— Yes, I have the invitations here, but I don't feel like going alone...
Fixing the collar of the redhead's suit, Santana murmurs:
— If you want, Mrs. Harris, I can keep you company... I must admit that I never had the pleasure of watching an opera.
A smile slowly forms on Merida's lips, leaving the Latina extremely happy to see that she planted what she wanted in the redhead's mind.
— Yeah... you're right... — Merida mumbles as she kisses the young woman's hands and calls Arizona right away. — I'll go with her... so this is a chance for us to finally go out for the first time.
Santana tries to understand why the Welsh has her cell phone in her hands, since she is right in front of her waiting for a formal invitation...
Meanwhile, sitting on her living room couch eating popcorn, drinking a giant chocolate milkshake and typing something on her computer, Arizona feels her cell phone ringing wildly from the counter that divides the kitchen and the living room.
— Ah! Right now?! — she exclaims snorting and, depositing the glass on the small table, runs to the counter to get the device. — Who might be?! Alexandra will be here later... — the instant her eyes stare "Merida" on the screen, her heart beats wildly. — But what is it, huh?! Can you stop with this mess, crazy heart?!
She closes her face at her chest, shakes her head and, feeling anxious, answers:
— Who is alive always appears, huh?!
Merida gives a nice laugh, making Arizona smile like a fool and run to the couch, stuffing a lot of popcorn into her mouth.
— Yeah! What can I say to justify the absence of my calls and messages?!
— Um... not making me lose my clothes is a start! — Arizona exclaims playfully and then frowns, murmuring: — Oh, I can't believe I said that!
And once again Merida laughs before speaking:
— Wow, then it will be difficult, huh?! You LOVE being naked in front of me! — they laugh silly and the Welsh continues in her usual polite tone. — I hope I'm not disturbing the doctor.
Looking at the popcorn and milkshake, Arizona raises her eyebrows as she replies:
— No, you're not disturbing... I'm eating popcorn. Do you want some?
— Thank you, but I don't want to. Leave it for the next time... — Merida responds with a slight sigh. — First, I would like to apologize for the lack of news during these days, but I traveled to Canada and then I found out that there was a problem with my cell phone, but everything is good now... — Arizona smiles as she takes a sip of her milkshake and the Welsh continues: — Well, if you want, I would like to invite you out with me tonight. I have tickets to a wonderful opera and I thought it would be an excellent opportunity to finally go on a date officially.
Spitting the drink and widening her eyes, Arizona smiles without believing that Merida Harris would be asking her out again!
— Wow! Really?! — Arizona questions surprise and, seeing the dirt on her sofa, starts cleaning with the hem of her shirt. — Damn! Shit!
— You... don't you want to? It's okay if you have another appointment. — Merida asks in a worried voice. — If you want, when you have time, you call me.
— What?! No! That's not it! — Arizona exclaims desperately, stands up waving her hands and closes her eyes on the milkshake. — Of course I want to go out with you!
— Great! So... I'll pick you up at 8. We go to the Royal and then, if you want, we can have dinner anywhere you choose. — Merida comments a little excited.
— Perfect! — Arizona responds feeling foolish for being anxious that way and for clearly being too fond of the redhead. — What opera will we watch?
— Um... now I don't have the invitations in hand, but I can send the name later. — the Welsh replies.
Then, realizing that she is accepting an invitation to watch a real opera and for the first time in her life in a clearly elegant theater, Arizona's eyes widen in question:
— Wait! What should I wear to attend this type of event?!
With a clearly passionate laugh, Merida replies calmly:
— As long as your clothes remain on your body, Arizona, you can dress whatever you want!