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AN2: Heads up, change in the point of view.


"Torres!"

I turn around as I hear my name shouted from across the room. It's crowded in here and the casual bartenders are juggling drinks, nuts and wet cloths as true professionals. You wouldn't think Cristina and Meredith to be surgeons, because they've truly got mixing skills. That has to come from all the hours we've spent at Joe's. Or from all the times they've used my apartment as location for their tequila nights.

"Torres, for God's sake. What took you so long?" Mark's practically yelling even though he's now standing right in front of me. "I thought you didn't make-" Mark's eyes are suddenly drawn to the person standing slightly behind me. He nods approvingly. "Oh, I see why. And I understand as well. Good one, Torres! Hi, I'm Mark."

Arizona smiles as she shakes Mark's hand. She's a little uncomfortable and I totally understand why. She's completely out of her comfort zone, she doesn't know anything or anyone here and frankly, she doesn't even know me either. But, but but. I couldn't help myself. I simply just had to ask her. She had followed me all the way. Did I trick her into coming with me? No. Did I plan on taking a detour that accidentally got me down the street where her shop is? Yes. I just had to see if she was still there. I don't know why, or that's actually a lie. Because I know from very facts that when I can't stop smiling and when I get that specific flutter in my gut, I have got to go with it. She gets me like that, it's kind of amazing but also very frightening. I don't know her, for all I know she could be a serial killer… disguised as a very beautiful florist. But it's rarely women who're serial killers, so I guess I just took a chance with this one. And hopefully she won't be scared off by the goofhead there's my best friend Mark. He can be quite the handful and nauseously inappropriate when you don't know him, but he's always been there for me, especially in the last couple of years where I've been a train wreck.

"Arizona," she says as she continues to smile. I figure she just tries to hide her discomfort and confusion. Mark buys it but she can't fool me. She looks really cute trying, though. One stray of her hair has fallen out of her messy ponytail, her hand trying to smoothly fix it but with no such luck. It just frames her beautiful face, her blue eyes popping as she sips her wine. Mark just stares at her, wiggling his eyebrows at me, waiting for me to let him in on this very special and unknown situation.

"Mark's my best friend, Lexie's boyfriend," I finally say, making Arizona nod then taking another sip of her white wine.

"The one who knows squat about flowers," she says. I can't help but chuckle. Mark just looks puzzled.

"And who are you again? How come you already know about my lacking flower knowledge?"

"She's the florist who helped you make your girlfriend happy," I say smiling approvingly to Arizona then to Mark.

"Is that you?" He says, his eyes getting big and then he wiggles those damn eyebrows again. "Nice," he drawls.

"Apparently so," she states not knowing that I've talked about her in my circle of friends. She's labeled as the Foxy Florist, of course something Mark invented with a little help from Cristina. I've actually talked way too much about someone I don't really know. I've seen her twice, in real life that is. The romantic in me is sure I've met her before… in my dreams. She's the one I've constantly pined over because I've not been able to meet her yet. And there she was… surrounded by flowers and fresh air. She was the fresh air, she immediately became that amount of fresh air I've needed ever since Erica left me in the parking lot. Who'd known that doing a friendly deed turned out to be the start of some new affection? I've walked past that shop thousands of times, I've just never had a reason to go inside… if only I'd known that the magically woman who's now standing beside me almost clinging to me because of all those people, if only I'd known that she was inside then I had entered it many years ago.

Mark grins, nudging me in the side with his elbow. "Ouw," I whine, punching his shoulder.

"You zoned off," he says, looking all too satisfied. "Well, I gotta go find Lexie before the break's over. I hope to see you again, Arizona."

"Yeah, me, me too," she stutters and kindly waves as Mark disappears in the crowd. "You've been friends a long time, haven't you?" Arizona asks. A man accidentally pushes Arizona into my side as he tries to get to the bar. I feel her chest, her breasts, her body as it's pressed against mine and a shiver runs through my entire body, even my soul is shivering. I reach behind her as a reflex to make sure she doesn't fall. She blushes, her blue eyes looking straight into me as we're locked… not able to get out of this position. I don't mind at all. Her breath is hitting me like a heatwave. A heatwave of peppermint and wine. "Ooh, I'm sorry," she breathes as the man disappears with a beer in his hand, giving Arizona her space back.

"Don't be," I say as I gently grab both of her hips to make sure she's found her balance again. "You okay?"

"Yes, thank you, Callie," Arizona smiles, the slight blush still on her cheeks. It suits her. She's really, really beautiful.

"Anytime," I smile and clink my glass with hers. "And to answer your question, yes. We've been friends a long time. He's kinda like my family. Lexie, too. And those two," I say as I point at Cristina and Meredith. They're currently shaking some exotic drink for an elderly man, who's probably one of the critics. He laughs as they dance to the lowered music while throwing glass and ice-chips across the tiny space behind the bar. Yeah, they're pulling off quite the show. I smile, Arizona does too.

"You know them? They're pretty awesome," she states as she impressed nods her head, making the escaped stray of hair bounce. I don't know what my hand is doing, it just moves per instinct and places the tuft behind her ear. When my skin touches her, it happens all over again. This time it just ignites something in me, something indescribable. And I'm pretty sure she feels it, too. Arizona looks me straight into my eyes and smiles, but this time it's a different kind of smile. This time it's intense and demanding. It demands me to continue to look at her, to touch her. And I can't think of anything I'd rather do. I could look at her forever, I could just stand here and all I need would be Arizona and the undiscovered land her soul holds. It sounds cheesy and vulnerable and some would say that I'm not sane, that someone being Cristina. But I can't help it this time. I'm falling deeply and completely head over heels for this flower girl… without knowing anything about her beside the fact that she's a florist. I'm losing my mind but I'm not going to back down because of such minor fact.

The bell is ringing, signaling the break's over and Lexie's going to sing another set for us. We're dragged out of our staring, the heat settling down, Arizona's eyes going from intense dark to pool blue in an instant.

"Shall we?" she says, making room for me with her arm, protecting me from the pushing crowd. She grins when I hesitate, and then it happens again. Arizona places her other hand on the low of my back, guiding me through the crowd. The shiver runs from head to toe again and again, and I'm sure my cheeks are flushed. What the hell is she doing to me? Wasn't she the one being all kinds of nervous and uncomfortable before… where does all this sassiness come from? I really like it, though.

As we find our seats again, I watch her as she has a silent argument with herself. She doesn't know I'm watching her but I do, I see her, I observe her, I simply can't help it. She needs to be looked at, to be gawked at, to be visually doted. Arizona can't seem to agree on where to place her left hand. First it's in her lap then she moves it to the armrest. The armrest is the only thing separating our seats, the only thing keeping me from sneaking one arm in between our bodies. Arizona places her arm at her side again, then the armrest, then she just leans her elbow on it… I figure I have to help her out of her trouble, doing the only thing I've actually been dying to do since I laid my eyes on her. I grab her fidgeting hand and lace our fingers, both of our arms resting at the armrest. I feel Arizona tense for a second, but then she relaxes. The lights go out and Lexie appears in the spotlight. As Lexie goes about to sing her next song, I notice how Arizona looks at me and not at the stage. I notice it without actually looking at her, my eyes glued to the guitar, watching every movement Lexie does. But I feel her, I feel Arizona's gaze, I see it from the corner of my eye and it's actually kind of amazing to be watched like that.

"The show's up there," I mock her in a whisper as I point towards the stage. She immediately turns her head, assumingly ashamed of being caught staring. I smile and squeeze her hand, Arizona returning my fondling by stroking her thumb over the back of my hand. It's incredible how such a small gesture can mean so much, but it does. It really does. Luckily enough I found out that she was into girl without even having to ask her, so it makes it all the easier to pursue and woo her. Because that's what I intend on doing, isn't it? Isn't it why I asked her to join me here tonight? Wasn't it the reason why I took that detour? It was, wasn't it? I like her, that's for sure. I like her a lot, a lot. But… am I ready?

Lexie sings one number after another, she plays perfectly and Arizona seems to enjoy it. Her head slightly nodding and her crossed legs bopping to the rhythm. Our hands are still connected, the shivering through my body turning into an eternal state of mind, making me into puddle of goo. Said goo being my heart there's willingly giving Arizona the possibility to break it. I can't control it, it just had to happen, it forced itself to take the lead and now I'm lacing fingers with an amazingly beautiful and extremely hot woman. A woman I'd love to know more about…if she'll let me. If she'll take me as I am…with both my broken past and my stressful present. One could only hope, especially when she is so, so, so irresistible.


AN: Yeah, I know. It's all fluff… but we all need it, and the story has got to start off rather lightly. I hope you enjoyed it.

Thank you for reading!