AN: Okay guys, seriously, I know I am repeateing myself, but you are amazing! And because you are so amazing, here is another update for you. From the heart :)

Entering Callie's suite about ten minutes after she invited me up to her room – and good Lord, of course I said yes – my eyes can't decide on what I should focus first. This room is at least twice as big as mine, and while mine is definitely really nice if you take your time and let your gaze wander around for a bit, this one unquestionably plays in a whole different league. It's huge and I am one-hundred percent sure that one can get lost in here. When I rip myself out of my daze, I look at the gorgeous Latina in front of me and send her a crooked smile as I eye her up and down. I know it's not the finest thing to do, it's actually quite the opposite of polite, but since I am a little bit more uninhibited from the wine, I can't stop. She looks so hot in her high-waist black slacks and the white blouse that I need to swallow the lump that begins to form in my throat. "So", I start and clear my throat, desperate to break the silence and finding it hard to think of something else than her curvaceous body, "do you spend a lot of time at this hotel?" Stupid question, I tell myself, why would she even answer this one? Great job at making yourself look like a stalker, Arizona.

"Actually, yes", she answers and gives me one of her bright smiles in return, causing my knees to weaken on the spot. "Whenever I am in LA, to be honest. I fell in love with the food and the atmosphere a few years ago, maybe three or four and... Oh God, I feel like I am babbling some utterly uninteresting things", she chuckles and I know it's dangerous. The more she laughs or chuckles or even smiles at me, the more addicted I become. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'll just open this bottle of wine and I'll be right back."

I want to do as she told me but I can't tear my eyes away from the picture frames littered across the window sill. And even though I swore to myself on the elevator ride up here that I would not snoop around, my legs are moving towards the window. If anybody ever thought that Callie Torres was a self-centered person, this would definitely prove them wrong, all of them. Cause these pictures are family pictures. There is an older couple, most likely her parents, and another one shows a woman looking exactly like a younger version of the older lady with a baby in her arms. All of them are printed in a contrast of black and white, truly beautiful.

"I take those with me whenever I can't be at home", Callie says right behind me, startling me in the process. "Family is the most important thing, it's the first constant love we all get to experience. This right here", she continues, walking up next to me and points at one of the frames, "it's my niece, Isabella, she's the sunshine of all our lives."

I turn around and study her face. It's the first time it lights up like this tonight and it may sound weird, but I feel special to see this side of her, that I am getting to know the person behind the actress. "Family is important", I agree and then it dawns on me that I should say something else instead, so I quickly add, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be nosy. I actually told myself not to do anything like that. It's your private life, I shouldn't have invaded-"

"It's okay", Callie cuts me off and there's a glint in her eyes I can't quite interpret. "Let's sit down and talk some more. After all, that's what I had in mind when I asked you up here, even though I did it in an absolutely dilettantish way." She takes my hand – making my heart throb hard against my rib cage – and guides me over to the three-piece suite. Two glasses filled with wine are waiting for us on the partly wooden and partly glassy coffee table. "Can I ask a question that goes a little deeper than your name or favorite color?", she asks me and leans back against the back of the couch. "Have you ever done anything like that?"

"What? Meeting a celebrity and having a nice conversation over dinner and two bottles of wine? To be honest, no", I reply, my smile so wide that I am sure my dimples are out on full force. It's a Robbins thing. We all got the dimples. "No, seriously, what were you referring to?"

I watch as she oh so gracefully picks up one of the wine glasses and lifts it to her lips. She looks like a Goddess drinking ambrosia and somewhere deep down I wish I'd be the glass in her hands and that I could feel the touch of her full lips. "In your story, the blonde character follows a stranger into a dirty bar bathroom because she seems upset. And to make her feel better, she tells her that she's a really good person and that a lot of people really like her. The brunette though, she seems insecure about herself, her ability at work and I felt like her private life has been crushed just one time too many. So the blonde walks up to her and tells her all the amazing and loving things she's heard about the brunette and that there are people lining up for her. But the brunette, she still doesn't seem to believe any of it and asks if the blonde could give her some names. She doesn't, though, instead she kisses her softly on the lips and then sends her this killer smile and a wink before leaving the brunette alone." There a pause before she adds, "Your characters didn't have names, I had no back story to rely on, yet I felt so connected with them. They were alive, their feelings were real, they were in my head. And I can't help but wonder if you have ever been in a similar situation."

I think I haven't blinked once since the second she started talking about my one-shot. She talks about a connection to my characters and all I think about is the instant connection I've felt when our hands touched. When I realize that she's staring at me, I slowly shake my head. "I haven't." But I would kiss you just like that if you were upset. "It was pure imagination, I guess. One of the thousand ideas I've had in my head for at least a month, maybe even two and that's the outcome." I can't get over the fact that she knows my submission so well, almost as well as I do, almost by heart. She's so perfect. "Did you read it more than once?", I ask her, curiosity getting the better of me.

Full lips press together as if she is trying to cover something up and before I can take the question back, there it is again, that adorable red that appears on the bridge of her nose – her super stunning nose – and on the skin that covers her cheek bones. Intense brown eyes keep looking at me, the expressive gaze is almost too much too handle, but eventually, she answers, "I did." And then there's a pause and I don't know whether Callie wants to say more or not, until she continues, "I had to, for the contest. But even after I was sure I picked the rightful winner, I read it again a couple of times. I was, am, so into this."

I have no clue what to do first. Should I try to breathe or start hyperventilating right now. I don't think she has any idea how much this means to me, how much a – basically – stranger's words about my writing mean to me. I know that I have Anna and Teddy, who are always encouraging and supporting me. And I wouldn't trade any of them for all the money in the world. But it still means so much coming from a person who doesn't know me, coming from her.

"You look cute when you blush", Callie says, her voice resonating in my head over and over again as it pulls me out of my trail of thoughts. "Has anyone ever told you that the color of your eyes and the way they shine is truly, impressively magnificent? I noticed it over dinner already, the way your whole face lit up when you were talking about writing, it's magical. But your eyes? They are just really really amazing."

Everything inside of me turns into chaos just from her words. My thoughts are racing ten miles a minute, my heart pounds so hard and heavy in my chest that I can hear the thudding sound in my ears, loud and clear. Is she aware of the effect she's having on me? That she's making me insanely happy and that I am well on the way of falling for her, hard and fast? And I know I could be confused since I have been crushing on her since forever. But this is different, so much different than before. "You shouldn't say that", I rasp out when I finally find my voice again, blushing even harder now.

Callie winks at me and I subconsciously grip the edge of the couch, trying everything that could stop me from sliding down on the floor. Has anyone ever heard of a human body that has melted? Because I am certain that I am only one compliment away from doing exactly that, melting into a puddle on her hotel suite floor.

Hastily picking up the glass of wine, I empty it in one go, my nerves definitely needing the alcohol, something to soothe them, something to make my heart rate return to normal. Eventually feeling that I am calm enough, I look at her again and find deep brown eyes still staring at me. "Can I..." Think, Arizona, think! "Can I ask you another question?" She nods but the only thing I can think about is probably too much to ask for so I try to come up with something else. But apparently, my brain has stopped working so I gather all the courage I need and ask, "Would you sing something for me?" I wait for a minute, then another and there is still no reaction from her, making me feel like I need to explain myself, "I didn't want to sound like the typical fan, which obviously wasn't successful on my part, but I just... I really love your voice and I have never had the chance to see you perform live, so..." When there is still no reaction, I shy away. Resignation spreads through my whole body, along with the feeling that I did something wrong. "Just forget that I asked. I realize that this is totally inappropriate and I think I have already pushed too much and overstayed your welcome, so I better head down to my room." I rise from the couch and take one last lingering look at her, before I start to make my way to the door. "It was really great to meet you in person. I will never forget this day."

"Wait!", she speaks up and I stop instantly. "You don't have to leave. I was just a little, perplex, I think." Standing up as well, she walks towards me and says, "You are anything but the typical fan. Not that I don't love my fans. I do love them, all of them. But you are different, in the best possible way." Callie smiles at me and shifts from one feet to the other. "I would love to sing for you, Arizona. But I am not sure if this suite can provide the best acoustics and I don't have a piano here."

Returning the smile I provocatively ask, "Do you really need the best acoustics and a piano to let your wonderful voice fill the air?" She doesn't. I know she doesn't. It's a nice feature, but she doesn't need any of that. "But it's okay if you don't want to. I get that. This meet and greet is already so much more than I could have ever imagined, so it's cool if you don't want to sing and if I should just get out of your hair."

"You ramble just as much as I do, it's quite adorable", Callie laughs at me right then I know that she's not mad at me for asking. "Do you want to hear anything specific?" I shake my head, letting her choose the song and giving her the chance to surprise me. "Okay, this one, it's not finished yet, it'll be a bonus track on the second single of my new album, so I'll just.. start?" I nod again, and watch as she straightens up and takes a few deep breaths.
"Now you know the history behind me
And there's no need to regret
I see in your eyes that you still love me
As who you knew when we first met
So I'll see you in the light
And we'll begin back at the start
And I'll spend eternity with one who truly knows my heart
Finally, I'll be eternally with one who knows my heart"

The room surrounding us falls into an utter silent as we stare at each other. I haven't stopped watching her while she sang for me. I was and still am too mesmerized to look away from her. The way that she closed her eyes during the song and with her face still transporting so many emotions, it leaves me almost speechless and on the verge of tears. "That was really beautiful, thank you."

"It still needs some work, but my agenda has been so stuffed in the past three weeks, I didn't have time to work on it or spend a day at the studio. That's where the magic really happens." Callie's eyes never turn away from my gaze and she's biting her lip in a way that is somehow a mixture of sexiness and insecurity. "Do you still want to leave? If you want, you can stay a little longer and we can talk. I don't think I should drink more wine, but I have water and some other soft drinks in the bar. If you want to leave, that's totally fine. But I have another full day tomorrow, so I won't be around and I don't know why, but I think I don't want this evening to end just yet."

My heart leaps at her words and I eagerly nod. I don't want this evening to end yet, either. There is so much I could still ask her and the prospect of spending more time with her is just super exciting. "Soft drinks sound perfect", I answer and make my way back to the couch where I sit down, expecting her to resume her previous position on the other couch across from this one. It's needless to say that my breath almost stops when she sits down next to me after getting two glasses and one bottle of coke and one of water out of the mini bar.

She looks me deep in the eyes and the scent of her perfume fills my nostrils. Just another thing that is so utterly addictive that leaving this room and flying back home will be the hardest thing I've ever done in my whole life. "This is okay, right?", she asks.

"Uh-huh", I stutter and immediately feel the blush creep its way back into my cheeks. This is going to be my heaven and my death at the same time and for some reason, I don't want it any other way.

AN2: Okay, so, what did you think? Callie is pretty much smitten, or isn't she? And what's her deal? Is she gay too? And what will happen when Arizona has to leave LA? Stay tuned to find out?!

AN3: I know that I said that I will take turns in updating TIAM and OUAD, but I cannot find the motivation for TIAM at the moment. It's not a lack of ideas, because I know what will happen next, but I find it a little hard to concentrate on TIAM at the moment. As soon as I get my motivation for that one back, you'll get an update of that too.