AN: Since I haven't been able to watch the season finale yet, but living through youtube kinda told me that we didn't get what we all hoped for, I thought I'd give you this. It's Calzona interaction! Yay!

Also, there's the answer to the question how old they are in this story in this chapter.

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After the initial moment of shock that, not only is Callie Torres standing in front of me, but also because of this thing I felt when our hands touched, I finally manage to smile at the other woman and take a real look at her. She looks radiantly beautiful. Not that I would ever expect anything less from her, but there is a huge difference between seeing someone on TV or in a magazine and seeing them a few inches away from you. I have no idea how I am still sitting on the stool anymore. She takes my breath away without actually doing something.

"I think I owe you an apology", she says, her smile bright and perfect white teeth shining in the light of the bar. "I had a meeting with my agent that ran long and then... it's not that interesting actually. Just the usual Murphy's law of heavy traffic when you have somewhere important to be." I watch her taking a deep breath and licking her luscious full lips. Those lips. I'm sure I could write an essay about this woman's face. She just oozes beauty with every fiber of her being. "Are you hungry? I haven't had time to eat something since breakfast and to be honest, I am quite starving. So I was thinking we could have dinner?"

Her laugh fills the air around us and right that second I know that I want to hear that laugh every day. It's infectious. She is infatuating and I have no idea how I will have the self-control I will need to pull myself away from this meet and greet when it has to come to an end. But wait, did she just ask if I wanted to have dinner with her? "Dinner?", I ask, not sure if it was wishful thinking or not.

Humming the affirmation, she nods towards a dimmed area. "There's a partly secluded table over there waiting for me, us, if you'd like to join me. Unless the idea sounds completely appalling to you, then you don't have to accept my invitation, of course." She's rambling and even though I try not to swoon over the fact that she seems so down to earth and the invitation, I know I'm failing miserably. The grin on my face is simply too wide. "To be honest", she continues, "I have no idea how a meet and greet should go and if there are rules to follow, but I think a dinner can't hurt."

"Dinner sounds awesome!", I answer quickly – and a little too excited – before my ability to speak in front of her will leave me once again. Mentally, I slap my hand against my forehead, way to go with the perkiness, Robbins, I think to myself. Sliding off the stool, I grab my purse and follow her over to the table. Immediately, a waiter is standing next to her, waiting for her order. I watch her intently, the way her fingers gracefully hold onto the upper edges of the menu, the captivating fluttering of brown eyes while she scans the menu. I could easily watch her forever and be content with the way her caramel-colored skin looks in the perfect mixture of dim light and flickering candles. Her voice rips me out my daydream as she orders a bottle of wine to share.

"I hope I wasn't too presumptuous and you like white wine?", she asks, her eyes finding mine and once again and I find it hard to form words so I simply nod. "Great. They serve one of the best white wines in LA, so that's usually my choice when I'm eating dinner here." The corners of her lips move into a smile before she adds, "Dinner is one me, just in case you were wondering."

And in that moment my body can't decide whether I am shocked from the oh so nonchalant statement or if it wants to melt right on the spot. Get a grip, Arizona, I remind myself. But that's easier said than done, after all, there's my crush sitting in front of me. Still, I don't want to be known as the girl who passed out during a meet and greet slash dinner with Callie Torres. It's really hard, though. Having her so close to me and knowing that I can't have her for real. I need to make the most of this evening.

"So, tell me something about yourself", she suggests, once again dragging me out of my own thoughts, her smile now lopsided and her head tilted a little bit to the right and her magnificently shaped eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Or do you want to sit in silent? That would be fine with me too, I was just wondering if-"

"You want to know something about me?", I ask bewildered, my eyes truly questioning her words. I mean, come on, she's the famous actress and singer. She can't be serious here, can she? "But... but you are... well, you and I am just me. You're Calliope Torres, I am just a girl from Cambridge, that got lucky winning the fan fiction contest, so I could meet you. There is nothing special about me."

"You clearly underestimate your talent if you think that there's nothing special about you. I find 'just you' pretty intriguing. Besides, I am sure you know probably everything there is about me, considering that a lot of my life isn't private anymore and that there are tons of information on the internet nowadays", she answers with another smile as the waiter brings the wine and fills two glasses before taking our order for foot. Since I didn't really make it through the menu – I was too engrossed in her words and gestures – I go with the first thing I remember from the first page, lamb chops with balsamic reduction. "Okay", Callie says, "let's not talk about your writing then. Instead, you could tell me about your name. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, but I am inclined to say you're not named after the state you were born in... or something like that." There's a chuckle alongside her words and I can't help but stifle a few giggles myself.

Shaking my head, I try to steady the rapid beating of my heart and take a deep breath. Finally, when I think that my brain won't embarrass me any further, I reply, "I come from a military family. My brother, father, grandfather and even his father, all served in the United States Marine Corp. My mother enlisted herself as a nurse at some point too, that's how she met my father." Enough with the rambling, Arizona, so not interesting. After my internal monologue, I go on with the story behind my name. "To honor my grandfather's heroism, I was named after the battleship he was on when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, the USS Arizona. He saved nineteen men before he drowned."

"That's quite the story", she says with a nod and sips from her wine. Full lips purse as she savors the taste and her index finger catches the lone drop of wine that trickles down the glass. I am once again entirely speechless as I stare at her so unabashedly. How is this woman even real. "And what do you do? Aside from writing fan fiction, that is?", she asks, accompanying the question with a wink that sure has the power to break a million hearts, mine included.

Taking a couple of sips from the wine myself – I have to agree, it does taste amazing – I eventually tell her about Harvard and that I am a law student. She seems impressed and doesn't interrupt me. Instead, her eyes are glued to mine for most of the time, but sometimes I think that she's watching my lips while I speak. I quickly shake that thought out of my head. It's only wishful thinking. Callie Torres wouldn't be staring at my lips. That's absurd.

"So, why Harvard? Why law school if you don't want to become a lawyer?", she interrogates further.

I have to admit that I would feel uncomfortable if those questions would be coming from someone else, especially from my family. But with her, it seems so easy. She appears honestly interested in my life and for some reason, I feel like I can tell her those things. "Because that's what my parents chose for me after I came back from traveling for two years. After I graduated, I packed some of my stuff and left, and when I came back, all of my friends where either specializing at something or working. And I wasn't. My brother joined the Marines, and I didn't. To them, I was wasting my life at the age of twenty-three, so they decided for me. They mean well, I know that, but it's just not my plan for the future."

Brown eyes keep staring straight at me and usually, I would find an intense gaze like hers intimidating. She looks as if she has the ability to see right through me and as much as I want, I can't put up a guarding wall, I am still too busy keeping myself together. "What is your plan then?", she asks. "If you don't want to become a lawyer, then what's your dream?"

I bite my bottom lip and my instinct tells me to cover my eyes, to hide from the moment of truth – if I tell her at all. She tells me that I don't have to say anything if I don't want to and there's a consoling hand on my arm. The touch ignites my body I instantly feel something inside me ablaze. Looking at Callie, I see her stiffen for a moment. Did she feel it too? She must have. To avoid the awkward silent that is waiting just around the corner, I answer her question, "I want to become a writer. Which is, in all likelihood, ridiculous, I know. But I have so many ideas, that I often feel like I'm going to explode if I don't write them down instantly. Some of them are just, I don't know, spurs of the moment, they just burst into my head out of nowhere. Some of them are even things I scratch when I can't work them into an actual short story or something. But most of them are stuck inside my head until I have time to write them down."

"You're really beautiful when you talk so passionately", Callie says and I feel the heat collecting in my cheeks right away. If there was any contest for the reddest person in the hotel's restaurant, I would win this, without a doubt. My cheeks most likely have taken on the color of a tomato. "I mean it, Arizona. There's a huge difference between you talking about Harvard and you talking about writing. And if those three pages you submitted were any indicator for what you can do when you can let your mind wander, you should never bury that dream." I am blushing even harder now. "You had three pages and you managed to make your characters come to life. I felt everything they felt, and when it was over, it left me wanting for more. That is quite the talent, you have there. And-"

She stops when our dinner is served, the smell of lamb filling my nostrils immediately. It looks really inviting, smells even better than it looks and the grumbling of my stomach tells me that I am indeed hungry. Guess I forgot to eat something all day because I was too nervous.

"What inspires you the most?", she asks once the waiter is gone.

You. That would have been the honest answer. She inspires me the most, her songs, her voice. Most of my stories are about me meeting her, or her characters falling in love with a blonde woman. It's actually quite embarrassing. But I can't say that, can I? I cannot reveal something that big, it would make me look like a freak, maybe she would think I am some sort of a stalker. "Music", I answer instead and try to keep my focus on the meal on the plate in front of me. "And sometimes little pieces of life happening around me." She seems satisfied with that reply and for a moment, we eat in silence, until I speak up again. "Can I ask you something too? Or is that too... nosy?" I wait for her approval and ask, "Why did you choose to become an actress and a singer? Was that always your dream?"

"Now that's a question I haven't heard yet", she chuckles. "And to answer it, I don't know when it happened, but I think it had something to do with my activities in school. I was in the choir, theater class and I had piano lessons since I was five. It has always been a part of me and for some reason, I never had stage fright or something similar. Being on a stage has always been a good feeling for me. And apparently, I am good at the things I do, so-" Good is an understatement, she is amazing! "But believe me when I say that it wasn't always easy. Like yours, my parents wanted me to have a job that would always pay the bills for me. I think my mother wanted me to go into law- or medical school, my father wanted me to take over his business. In the end, he made me sign a contract, saying that I would have to go into his business if I wouldn't be successful by the age of thirty. Seeing that I am turning twenty-eight next month and that I am at the top of my career now, that contract is void now, of course."

I am baffled by the honesty behind her words and from the fact that she had to sign a contract with her father. "It all worked out for you", I say with a smile and deep inside of me I hope that I will find the same courage, that it will work out for me as well. "Can I ask why you go by Callie instead of Calliope? Since your full name suits you so well?"

She laughs and then answers with a cringe, "Try being a teenager and getting mocked because of your name. Especially when you have a teacher who loves Greek mythology as much as teenage boys love to be douchebags. It wasn't pleasant, at all. So when we moved to another school district, I saw my chance and took it, ever since then, I usually go by Callie."

Usually, I think to myself.

Finishing the rest of our meals and the bottle of wine while I ask more questions and she answers every single one, I don't register how much time has passed until I check my watch. It's close to nine and to be honest I am quite shocked. Definitely not a normal meet and greet, I think to myself. But if Callie finds her company only half as enchanting as I find mine, it's no wonder we've lost track of time so easily.

"Do you want to come to my room with me?", she asks after she emptied her last glass of wine.

My eyes shoot open and I choke on the last bit of wine in my mouth. Did she really just ask me that?

"Not like that!", she immediately corrects herself and there's a light red adoring her cheeks. "God, that sounded so horribly wrong and totally not what I wanted to suggest. It's just... I like talking to you and the more we talk, the more fascinating I find the person behind the name Arizona Robbins, so I just thought that we could continue this without people staring at us", she explains and nods towards a couple of tables. "Maybe we can order another bottle of that wine and just talk. So, what do you say?"

So, what do you think? Is Callie smitten too? Or is she just being polite, since we don't know if she's even gay?

I really hope you liked this chapter :)