A/N: Chapter 7 – how's the burn going for you? Slow enough? I know I know I'm taunting you all and for that I am tiny bit sorry, but also I'm not because I absolutely love the satisfaction of a pair getting together after a nice, long, sizzling build up!

That being said, don't you worry – this is an enemies-to-lovers story at the end of the day, so I can promise you that you will get what I assume that you all came here for! I will let you know that I'm currently writing a few chapters ahead, and where I'm at there is some good stuff occurring, some stuff that I reckon you guys will be pretty happy with!

As always I appreciate the feedback – I'm loving hearing how you're enjoying each of the characters and how I'm writing them, it means a lot to hear that you think that I'm doing them justice!

I hope you enjoy :)

"You should have been there Teddy, it was insane. I've never seen Arizona yell so loudly, and I was with her that time the Red Sox playing the Cardinals was on the TV," Lexie said matter-of-factly, taking a sip of her beer.

"Ugh, I knew there was a reason I should have taken microbiology!" Teddy muttered from where she was sat on the worktop, her legs hanging in front of the cupboards next to where Arizona stood. "Why couldn't you have destroyed university property in clinical genetics?"

"It's hardly like I wanted it to happen Teddy," Arizona groaned, stirring the contents of the pot in front of her more aggressively than she probably needed to. Small flecks of broth spattered against the back wall behind the stove, casting patterns not all that dissimilar to the way the chemicals had splattered all over the floor in the lab earlier on.

"Callie doesn't take clinical genetics, so that wouldn't have worked," Lexie piped up from her spot at the kitchen table.

"Ah, fair point," Teddy replied knowingly. "Only miss-grumpy-face-doc-martens has the ability to make Arizona mad enough to risk her grades."

Dr Webber's disapproving glare appeared in Arizona's mind's eye at Teddy's comment, the words "You'll be out of my class faster than you can say MD" going round and round in her head. Just remembering his tone of voice, the disappointment in his words palpable, was enough to make the blonde feel anxious, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes.

Then she remembered the way that Callie had glared at her throughout the entire lab, deciding that she wasn't even going to bother being amicable, and the anxiety was immediately replaced by rage, bubbling low in her stomach and rising rapidly up through her chest. Damn Callie Torres and her beautiful face and her annoying smirk. Always making Arizona's life more difficult.

Shaking her head a little, she took a deep breath and forced the feelings down. She wasn't going to let Callie ruin any more of her day.

"Why is Robbins risking her grades?" came Alex's voice as he entered the kitchen, heading over to the fridge to grab a beer.

"She went off the rails and started throwing chemicals at Torres in micro lab earlier," Teddy said nonchalantly, taking a sip of her own drink, as if what she was suggesting was completely normal.

"That is not what happened!", Arizona spoke up, looking up from the stove to throw a death glare in the taller blonde's direction.

"Her lab partner dropped the class, so she got Callie as a replacement," Lexie explained, cutting in before the two blondes could start bickering further. "They ended up knocking a bunch of chemicals over and had a massive argument in front of the entire class, and then got yelled at by Dr Webber. It was very dramatic."

"Wow," Alex said incredulously, actually sounding impressed. "I know guys have your weird endless fight thing going on, but I didn't think you had it in you to do anything that could risk your perfect grades."

Arizona huffed out a frustrated sigh, rubbing her temples. "Ok, yes. I snapped at Callie. I got yelled at by Webber. Super dramatic. Can we drop it now?"

"Please tell me you poured something corrosive on her boots?" Teddy asked, giggling gleefully. "That would have been funny."

"Oh my god, I said drop it!" Arizona exclaimed, whacking her friend with the oven mitt that was sat to the left of the stovetop.

"You're weird Altman," Alex muttered, frowning at the woman as he popped the lid off of his beer bottle. "Although I gotta say, I wish I'd seen that."

"I'm sorry, it's just that this is so un-Arizona!"

"Guys!", Arizona yelled again, but no one appeared to be listening.

"Leave her alone you two," Lexie spoke up. "She's clearly upset about it, she doesn't need you rubbing it in."

"You got to be there Lex, you don't understand the pain of missing out on your type-A friend going all 'The Hulk' in the middle of class," Teddy threw in the brunette's direction, pulling a face.

That was enough.

"If you don't stop talking about this right now then you can all go and sort your own dinner," Arizona snapped, her voice loud and firm. "You're giving me a damn headache!"

A sudden silence fell over the room, everyone else clearly shocked by the ferocity behind the usually perky blonde's words.

"Alright I'm sorry, I'm shutting up now," Teddy finally conceded, raising her hands up in surrender.

There was a moment of quiet, the only noise the gentle bubbling of the sauce in the pot in front of the blonde. Arizona revelled in the silence, glad for a moment of peace. She just wanted the day to be over, so she could just forget about what had happened in the lab. She was more than embarrassed about making a fool of herself in front of Dr Webber and the entire class, and if she was being totally honest, Callie's words had stung a little bit. Whilst the brunette always seemed to have a plethora of creative insults to hurl in her direction, she had been more than a little bit mean with her comments today, and Arizona didn't think it was fair that she had said what she's said in front of fifty of their peers. Not that she'd ever known Callie to be fair, or just, or even vaguely kind in the year she'd spent living above her, so really it wasn't all that surprising. But still, it had hurt a bit more than she wished.

"If I shut up too, can I have some of whatever you're cooking?" Alex asked after a moment, breaking the quiet that had fallen over the room.

"I guess," Arizona replied, still a little irritated but glad for the change in topic. "But you owe me a pizza."

"Deal," Alex nodded, taking his beer bottle and leaving the kitchen, leaving the three women in a still slightly awkward silence, the tension coming off of Arizona clearly palpable. She took a deep breath and expelled it, with it forcing the frustration out of her system. She just wanted a nice peaceful evening, one that was devoid of any irritating brunettes with pretty brown eyes.

"So, what are you actually making?" Teddy eventually asked, clearly judging that the situation was safer now as she peered into the pot that Arizona was stirring.

"Chicken noodle soup," the blonde replied, dipping her finger into the broth to give it a taste. Damn it was good. C had really gotten the seasoning perfect on this one.

Arizona made a mental note to tell her that when she replied to her email later tonight. She'd seen it pop up on her laptop about an hour ago but hadn't had the time to look at it before Teddy and Lexie had burst into the apartment demanding food and explanations about the lab incident.

"It smells amazing," Lexie said appreciatively. "Did you get the recipe from that blog you like?"

"I did," Arizona replied, omitting the fact that technically she didn't get it from the blog itself, rather C had sent it to her, and only her. For some reason that she couldn't quite explain, she hadn't told her friends about the emails between her and the mysterious blog owner. She wasn't sure how they'd react to the idea of her talking to a stranger, and besides, she kind of liked keeping it to herself, like C was her own little secret. Someone that was separate from her busy, often stressful life, and her wonderful but sometimes slightly over-intrusive friends. "It's a new one I haven't tried before."

"I really am going to have to try this site out," Teddy mused, leaning in towards the pot and taking a deliberately over-dramatic sniff of the contents.

"You've been saying that for months now Teds," Arizona retorted, perhaps a little too quickly, pointing her wooden spoon at the taller blonde. "Plus, I've literally never seen you cook once."

If she was being honest, as irrational as it was, she felt reluctant to share C's blog with her friends.

"Yeah? And? It's just following a recipe, what's so hard about that?" Teddy replied, clearly not picking up on the defensiveness behind Arizona's rapid response.

"Last week you managed to burn boxed mac and cheese," Lexie piped up.

"That doesn't count, I forgot about it!" Teddy said defensively.

Then, out of nowhere, a knowing expression appeared on the taller blonde's face, her eyes lighting up mischievously. "You know what I didn't forget though," she grinned, looking in the direction of the brunette, who suddenly looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. "Seeing a certain little Grey walking to class with Mark Sloan."

"Oh Jesus," Arizona muttered, looking up from what she was doing, genuinely shocked. "Lex! What happened to not getting involved with any more sleezebags?"

Lexie's face had turned a shade of bright red. "He's not that bad when you get to know him!" She squeaked defensively.

"Oh Lexie. You're so naïve," Teddy said, her voice patronising. "That's how man-whores work – they lure you in with their charm and good looks, and then when they get what they want, they ditch you and leave you feeling like a heartbroken idiot." Arizona noticed that her friend's tone had turned more than a little bitter as she spoke, clearly thinking about one of the many times she'd experienced this very thing herself. Teddy seemed to have a problem when it came to becoming over-attached to men that clearly wanted nothing more than a fling.

"Plus, he's friends with Torres, which says it all about his character," Arizona muttered under her breath, not looking up from her spot over the stove.

"You know, Callie isn't actually all that bad when you get to know her," Lexie said innocently, clearly attempting to shift the topic off of herself, oblivious to the way that the blonde's grip tightened around the spoon she was holding.

Arizona shot an unimpressed glare at her friend.

"What! I had a group project with her last term, and she was actually quite nice!" she continued, raising her hands in surrender.

At that, Arizona's expression grew impossibly angrier, her usually bright blue eyes steely and cold as she stared the brunette down. Lexie's eyes widened in shock, cowering slightly at the intensity of her gaze.

"Uh Lexie, maybe stop talking now," Teddy advised, clearly able to see the way that her friend's shoulders had stiffened from her position behind the blonde.

"Um… I-" Lexie began, before being cut off by her furious friend.

"I swear to god if I hear that damn woman's name again today, I'm going to do something violent," Arizona said, her voice deadly cool, turning her body back towards the stove and fixing her gaze straight ahead. Why couldn't she seem to escape damn Callie Torres and the way she made her feel?

"I'm sorry Arizona," Lexie muttered quietly, breaking the silence that had fallen over the kitchen.

The blonde glanced over at her friend, taking in the guilt that was written across her face and quickly realising that there was never any intent to offend her. And that perhaps she was overreacting ever so slightly.

She let out the breath that she hadn't realised she'd been holding, feeling her shoulders relax slightly. "It's alright Lexie," she spoke softly. "Although, Callie Torres aside, I really would steer clear of Sloan unless you want to end up like attachment barbie over here," she quipped, letting a small smile form on her lips as she pointed her thumb at the woman sat on her countertop.

"Hey! Don't be a bitch!" Teddy exclaimed, swatting the back of the blonde's head, but giggling slightly as she did, the tension easing and the energy in the room falling back to normal.

It was several hours later when Arizona found herself alone again, her friends finally having left, Alex back in his room after making an appearance when dinner was served. The dishes had been done and the kitchen had been tidied, and Arizona was eager to let C know that her meal had been a hit. It was definitely going to be added to her list of recipes that she made regularly.

She had her laptop up in front of her, glad for the fact that Callie had evidently decided that the lab incident had been enough drama for today, and that, at least for the moment, she was going to keep quiet.

From: cit107 hotmaildotcom
To: iloveunicorns115 hotmaildotcom

Hi A,

Thanks again for the advice on my presentation, it actually went well in the end, all things considered. I won't deny that I did end up vomiting up my breakfast beforehand (sorry if that's TMI), but like you said, once I got going it wasn't so bad. I managed to say everything that I needed to, and I don't think I made too much of a fool of myself. Or at least I hope I didn't. I guess I'll have to wait and see how I did when I get my grade back!

No need to thank me for sending you my recipe, may I remind you that you're actually the one doing me a favour here by taking it for a test run for me! I can't lie you lost me a bit with that weird analogy, but I trust you not to kill my baby (?), and I look forwards to hearing how it goes! I'm actually really excited to have someone test a recipe out for me before I publish the post – it's hard to tell how easy it will be to follow when you've written it yourself.

As for my day, I can't say it has been all that wonderful, but oh well. One of my classes was monumentally crap and it's left me feeling quite bummed out, made worse by the fact that my friends won't stop teasing me about it (long story so I won't bore you, but I do wonder why I bother keeping them around!)

But anyway, enough about that. Your email made my shitty day a little less shitty, so for that, I thank you! It's really nice to hear from you, and I hope your essay isn't going too badly – I believe in you! (And to answer your question I don't think I know anyone that likes derm!)

Good luck with your cooking,

C :)

Arizona grinned as she opened up a new email, the words falling from her fingertips as she began to tell C about her day. There was something so easy and so cathartic about talking to the med student – she seemed to get Arizona in a way that nobody else did.

Although she loved her friends and was honest with them, they saw her the way that she chose for everyone to see her – as someone that had her shit together all of the time. She was the mom friend, and that was ok. She was happy to be a shoulder to cry on, and she considered herself to be pretty good at giving advice, but when it came to her own issues, well, let's just say she didn't really believe in dumping on other people. She'd rather just bottle it up and keep it to herself. Which was part of the reason why her very public outburst at Callie earlier on had been so unexpected. The way she usually acted around the brunette was a lot more calculated and deliberate, she chose to piss her off or yell at her more to put her in her place than actually express how she was feeling. But earlier had been different. She hadn't been as in control as she usually tried to keep herself.

And it wasn't that she didn't know how to let go, Arizona could relax and enjoy herself as much as the next person, but there was an invisible line that she'd drawn that wasn't to be crossed, to keep herself in check. And today, well. Today she had definitely crossed that line.

For some reason, contrary to all this, talking to C was different to talking to anyone else. Maybe it was the distance, the fact that C was a faceless entity that had no true tangible identity, but Arizona found that she didn't feel so boxed in, didn't feel like keeping herself so firmly on the right side of her invisible line was as important. She still didn't like to share any personal problems, but she found that she felt less restricted in her emails, that she could just speak with abandon and not worry about the consequences of her words so much. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that C didn't know her in real life, didn't know her to be 'Arizona, the one that is always put together'. No, to C, she was just A.

From: iloveunicorns115 hotmaildotcom
To: cit107 hotmaildotcom

C,

I'd like to preface this email by letting you know that you are definitely about to read a lot of compliments, so please don't let your head get too big, it would be a shame if the reason your blog died was because you weren't able to make it through the doorway into the kitchen!

First of all – congrats on your presentation! I knew you had it in you, even if you had to vomit a bit beforehand (not TMI, we've all been there, I remember being sick in front of my third-grade class when I had to perform a solo in music. Granted it turned out I also had a stomach bug, but the nerves were definitely a factor. I can't sing to save my life).

I'm sorry about your day being rubbish, I must say I know a thing or two about being stuck in shitty classes with shitty people that just leave you feeling, well, shitty. But I'm glad that my email made you feel a bit happier. I can't lie, I always feel better when I see you've sent me a message, and I know that's corny but it's the truth.

Ok, now it's time for my review of your chicken noodle soup. Here's where the real compliments start. Ahem. (that was me clearing my throat):

First of all, it was delicious. I'm talking taste-sensation, I-went-back-for-seconds, and-then-for-thirds level delicious. My friends broke into my kitchen and forced me to make extra so I can say with the certainty of four separate people that this was actually incredible. (Ok technically they came over before I started and begged me to cook for them too but regardless of the circumstances, the point is that they loved it). Without a doubt the best chicken noodle soup I've ever eaten, and my friends all felt the same!

The recipe was nice and easy to follow, there was only one bit where I got slightly confused and that's the bit where you talk about adding the chicken stock – it wasn't all that clear that you were only meant to add half at a time, so I only realised when I got to the second addition that I'd already thrown it all in there! To be fair I don't think it actually ended up making a difference as it still tasted amazing, but I thought I'd point it out. I'm sure it's part of your recipe for a reason.

To answer the question you asked when you sent it to me, no I don't think there's too much garlic, the amount was just right in my opinion (although I do love garlic so maybe I'm a little biased).

The last thing I have to say is that I ended up adding more noodles than you put in the recipe, as it felt a little sparse on the noodle front. That may have been what you were going for, but I'm a bit of a noodle-whore, so take that as you will!

All in all, it was genuinely delicious and easy to make, plus it didn't take too long, so that was fab. You really are a culinary genius. Honestly 10/10.

I hope that my feedback is helpful and that I haven't deeply offended you or your ancestors. I really mean it when I say I loved it.

Fingers crossed that your tomorrow isn't so rough and that your friends stop teasing you soon!

Love, A( very content and no longer hungry med student!)

Pressing send on the email, Arizona closed her laptop and reached for her textbook. She felt considerably more relaxed now and decided that she may as well put an hour or two into her frustrating dermatology paper for her clinical genetics class. The sooner she got it done, the better.

The following Friday morning, Arizona once again found herself sat at her lab bench, trying her very best to keep her nerves at bay. She needed this class to go well, to make it through the couple of hours without any hiccups. There was absolutely no way that she could afford another argument with Callie – she was not risking her place in the class over not being able to keep her mouth shut and her focus on the task at hand. She was definitely not going to find herself crying again as she was yelled at by someone that she looked up to as much as Dr Webber, again, and then have Callie tease her about it. Again.

All of her efforts were put into ensuring that the professor was aware that she was dedicated to the class, and to doing well. She was sat up straight in her stool, her notebook sat perfectly aligned with the edge of the desk, her pen lying exactly perpendicular to it, even though there wasn't anything to write just yet. She had a polite but focused smile on her face, keeping her eyes trained on Dr Webber, and was making sure to nod in agreement every time the professor said anything important, furrowing her eyebrows just a little as if she was really thinking about it. She was concentrating so hard on doing her very best 'focused student' impression as Dr Webber spoke that she failed to notice that the woman that she'd been stressing over seeing again every day since the last lab wasn't actually in her seat.

It was only as the door at the back of the room was flung open that she realised that the Latina wasn't where she was supposed to be, but instead frantically pacing her way towards the desk, a flustered expression on her face. The attention of the entire class turned towards the brunette as she huffed out an apology and slipped onto the stool, head down and cheeks flushed as she did her best impression of what Arizona could only assume was attempting to blend in with the desk.

"Nice of you to join us, Ms Torres," Dr Webber muttered, bringing the attention of the class back to where he was speaking. Arizona noticed that Callie's face got impossibly redder, which was an impressive feat considering just how flushed she'd been when she'd sat down.

"Sorry Sir, alarm clock broke" she mumbled, opening her notebook, leaning her head forwards so that her long dark hair obscured her face for a moment. Arizona found herself smirking slightly at the sight – she hadn't taken the brunette for someone that got nervous about being the centre of attention. It was weirdly endearing, she decided. It made Callie seem like less of a fearless badass and a bit more relatable, like she wasn't just this bitchy machine that spewed out insults but someone that had a bit more to her.

Still, it wasn't endearing enough for her to change her opinion of the woman. But it did make her slightly more human in the blonde's eyes.

Dr Webber finished up his intro, making a point of glancing in the direction of the pair as he said, "If you have a problem please come and see me, don't start throwing my equipment at each other." This time it was Arizona's turn to blush, bowing her head in the hopes that her reaction wasn't so obvious to those around her. She turned and made brief eye contact with Lexie, who pulled an encouraging facial expression, her lips turned up into an exaggerated grin as she gave the blonde a cheesy thumbs up. Arizona shot her a small smile back, but it fell off of her face quickly as she watched her friend turn back to look at Mark, a doe-eyed look covering her features as she rested her chin on her hand and peered up at him admiringly. Arizona just rolled her eyes, before turning to face the front again, noticing that Callie was already out of her seat and beginning to prep for the lab.

"I'm gonna go grab the petri dishes," the brunette muttered somewhat awkwardly, waving her hand in the direction of the supply bench. She was refusing to make eye contact, her gaze fixed on the floor, the ceiling, a few inches to her right, anywhere that wasn't directly at Arizona. It was not at all subtle, and kind of annoying, but the blonde decided to ignore it.

"Sounds good," Arizona replied, forcing her face into a smile. She knew it probably looked fake, but it wasn't like Callie was looking at her anyway. "I'll grab the culture solutions." She was determined to keep her cool today – there was no way she could risk a repeat of last time.

A few minutes later and they were back at the bench with all of the kit they needed to get on with the practical, dishes labelled, and bottles organised in front of them. They were yet to speak properly, and the tension between the pair was palpable, sat over them like a heavy blanket, but neither wanted to be the first to break the silence.

But they couldn't just stand there and do nothing, as much as that would be easier than trying to communicate in a civil manner. They were at the point where all of the menial tasks had been completed, there were no more dishes left to label, no more bits to set up, and therefore nothing else that could be done without someone saying something. But neither seemed to be willing to be the first to speak.

"So, where shall we start?" Arizona eventually decided to suck it up and be the bigger person. Granted, there was a slight amount of venom lacing her tone, but still, she was making an effort.

"Wow, you're actually consulting me this time? Dr Webber yelling at us really did a number on you huh?" Callie quipped, but Arizona could hear there wasn't anywhere near as much malice in her voice as usual. Her words were more incredulous, like she was thinking out loud rather than deliberately intending to insult the blonde. Arizona decided just to shoot an unimpressed look in her direction rather than pick a fight.

"Do you want to take the first four plates and I'll take the second?" Arizona asked, keeping her voice even.

"Sure. Works for me," Callie replied, looking the blonde up and down like she was sizing her up, an unreadable expression on her face.

For some reason, this irritated Arizona more than she could really explain. It felt like the brunette was judging her, looking at her like she was some kind of freak for actually trying to make an effort. Which was just infuriating, and also completely nonsensical. Did the Latina want a repeat of last time?

"I'm really trying here, Callie," she huffed, dragging her stack of the agar plates towards her with a little more force than necessary, the grating squeak of plastic scraping against the bench filling the space between them.

Callie just raised her eyebrows at the blonde, frowning when she noticed that Arizona had a steely expression plastered across her face. "What have I done now?!" the brunette exclaimed, a little too loudly for the blonde's liking, catching the attention of the people directly around their bench. Her face still had the same, slightly condescending expression plastered across it.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Arizona replied, her own voice higher than usual, giving away more than she'd have liked. She didn't mean for the words to come out like that, but the brunette's scrutinising gaze was making her feel a bit squirmy.

"I'm not looking at you like anything?" Callie replied, furrowing her brows. "Maybe that's just my face. You got a problem with my face now?"

"At the moment yeah I have," Arizona snapped, knowing she was being petty again, but she couldn't help it. She paused and took a deep breath, trying to recompose herself. How did they manage to argue about literally nothing? This woman was impossible to get along with, the blonde decided. She had no idea what Lexie had been talking about when she said that Callie wasn't so bad. Arizona was yet to see a single piece of evidence that backed that point up. "Can you just pretend you don't mind being here? Please?"

Callie shot her an inquisitive look, before letting out a sigh of her own. "I still don't get what I did wrong, but I'm not going to start an argument, ok? I want to get through this lab as much as you do." Her voice was genuine, probably more genuine than Arizona had ever heard it, and for some reason, this cooled her anger just enough for her to believe that maybe they would be able to make it through this.

"Ok," she replied calmly.

"Ok."

Silence enveloped the pair again as they waited a beat, before both reaching for the same bottle of E coli. broth. Blue eyes met brown in a mutually unimpressed glare, but instead of standing her ground, Callie backed off, gesturing for Arizona to go ahead. It shocked her a little, but in a good way. At least Callie was trying too.

The rest of the lab went by in a similar fashion, a lot of tense glares and awkward silences passing between the two. The odd discontented exclamation or rude comment slipped from pairs of pink lips, but nothing came to a head. Both girls kept their cool and stepped down before an argument could begin, and the work did get done.

By the end of it, Arizona was exhausted from trying to keep her expression straight, and not snap back at the mild insults that were thrown her way. Although, admittedly, the quantity of said insults was a lot less than she was used to when in the brunette's presence, but it had still been an exercise of her own self-restraint to not fight every battle that Callie seemed determined to start. It was hardly like she could complain though, at least not without making herself a hypocrite - she had also knocked out a few of her own choice words at the Latina, some slightly ruder than others. But, for the most part, she had been good. Good enough not to draw the attention of the rest of the class, or indeed Dr Webber. And that was all that she needed.

She just had to keep this up until the end of the semester…

That night she noticed that C had uploaded the chicken noodle soup recipe to her blog. And right at the bottom of the page, where she usually thanked her followers for being so wonderful, there was another short message. One that made Arizona's heart rate increase and caused a smile to grow on her lips, so big and wide that it hurt her cheeks a little.

An extra special thank you to a good friend for this one; for helping me out and for being generally the best hungry med student I know – you know who you are.

A/N2: I do want to quickly say that I had a little bit of trouble with this chapter at first, as I couldn't for the life of me decide who to write as Arizona's friends. Alex and Teddy were a given for me, but I wasn't sure where to go other than that. As you'll have noticed, I eventually decided to go for Lexie, which I know is a slightly unusual pick seeing as her and Arizona (and her and Teddy) don't really interact all that much in the show, but there are methods behind my madness (which will hopefully become clearer as the plot unfolds!) My verdict however was that if the circumstances had been different, and Lexie had been a bit older, that her and Arizona would have been friends. Their personalities definitely match up that way. Because of this, I decided I'd give it a go, and whilst it may feel slightly disjointed in this chapter (I'm sorry about that), that I find my groove with their dynamic a bit later on, so I hope that you like the direction that it goes in!