Arizona couldn't help but bite her lip despite the smile that was still strung across her face, even as Callie persisted in the existence of fate. She couldn't help but scan her eyes over Callie's face – again – as the brunette fully slid into the seat across from her.

Arizona liked to believe that she wasn't really easily capable of being truly shocked. She wasn't, it was just a fact; and the fact was, she was probably the most well-prepared person she had ever known. And she meant that as unbiased as she possibly could. But this had thrown her for a loop.

Because how in the world could she have predicted that the beautiful woman she'd had those run-ins with weeks ago in the city, would turn out to be Callie? It was entirely unprecedented, strange, and altogether… almost too coincidental.

The logical part of her wanted to look around and see if this was some sort of joke. That was before the even more logical part of her told her that would be ridiculous and implausible.

Her eyes met the wide, laughing dark ones that were looking at her intently, and Callie rolled her eyes in exasperation, "Arizona, there is no way that you can think this isn't somehow meant to be!" As she spoke, her elegant hands gestured between them.

They both paused as they took in her words, and Arizona felt a blush creep up her neck, even as Callie flushed before her eyes and shook her head, soft-looking dark hair swinging gently, "I – our friendship and us meeting," she added on hastily.

She heaved a sigh – purposefully slightly longer suffering than she was actually feeling, because it was amusing to be able to see Callie narrow her eyes at her, "As much as I would love to indulge your belief in fate, I just can't. I will admit – this is extremely coincidental," she settled on her word of choice, and enjoyed the incredulity that washed over the woman across from her.

"Coincidental?" Callie deadpanned, as her hands came to rest around her cup of coffee, and Arizona responded simply, bringing her own cup to her lips and sipping with the small smile around the rim.

Then she hummed, "Agree to disagree?" she offered.

It was the best she could offer. Arizona would like to be able to indulge in Callie's belief in fate; who wouldn't? It was a sweet, romantic notion, and why wouldn't she like to believe in it? But it was the fact of the matter that she just couldn't let herself be swept up in ideas like that. Life wasn't already laid out for you – it depended on the choices you made.

Everything could change on a dime, and it was all in your control to determine how your life went. That was what Arizona believed in.

Callie hummed and looked down at her cup again, and Arizona hoped she wasn't took obvious as she ran her eyes over her features again. But she couldn't help it – she was a visual person by nature, and she finally had the visual of the person she'd been talking to for weeks on the phone. Months in general.

The way Callie cleared her throat she shook her head back a little made Arizona come back to reality, and she averted her gaze before she would be caught staring. Just in time for Callie to ask, "How was your interview?"

She thought back on the last couple of hours, on arriving at Columbia, and her interview with one of the women in admissions. To be completely honest, she wasn't even worried about getting accepted into Columbia Law. She made honors at her current Ivy League university, and was involved – at the top of, even – several varied extra-curricular activities.

It wasn't a matter of if she got in, it was really a matter of when she got her acceptance. And she was just confident enough to truly believe that.

Licking her lips, and looking at Callie through her eye lashes, she shrugged, "I think it went well. I guess I'll have to wait and see."

But the way Callie lifted an eyebrow and her eyes twinkled, told Arizona that the brunette knew more along the lines of what Arizona was thinking. That was what she got for having told Callie so much about herself already.

Unlike when she projected this attitude to her sorority sisters or girls on her squad, and received eyerolls that told her they thought she was being full of herself, Callie just looked amused. And it was weirdly relaxing.

Which made her feel better. A large part of her had been apprehensive about telling Callie that she would be in the city with time to kill, about asking her to hang out. Not that she hadn't wanted to see Callie in person, to actually meet her… but it was somewhat of an unnerving thought.

She'd forced herself to ask Callie to meet up on a brave whim, so that she wouldn't have to call herself out on it.

But she was already glad that she did.

Her eyes flickered to the window again, and she slowly looked back to Callie, who noted where her gaze went. Arizona could see the blush creep up on her, and it made her grin mischievously, "Are you still going to deny creeping on me through the window?"

Callie held up a hand as she bit lightly on her bottom lip, "Okay, okay. Listen, it wasn't my intention." Arizona just lifted a disbelieving eyebrow, and Callie quickly continued, "It wasn't! My friend – I've told you about my friend, Addison, right?"

She nodded her affirmation for Callie to go on, "Well, she's – she's a freak. Really, I mean it. Possibly mentally disturbed, I'll have to check into it. I told her about us meeting here, and she beat me here! She was the one who was being a creep outside. I just… met her out there when I found her," she finished, and shook thick, dark hair back over her shoulders.

Arizona opened her mouth to respond – that answered who the other woman had been who had been pressed against the window – but she only managed a slight laugh, "Your friend is a strange woman."

"I know," Callie answered emphatically, and she was so utterly serious as she brought her hand down to the table as if to emphasize her point, it made Arizona's smile wider.

And then it slightly dimmed, because she thought of April. Who had no idea she was really still talking to Callie, and definitely no idea she was meeting her today. And if she had known, she wouldn't have been excited to see them meet – she would have more likely tried to arm Arizona with pepper spray.

Dark eyes strayed over Arizona's shoulder, to where her backpack hung off of the chair she was sitting at, and Callie blurted out, "Do you carry your backpack everywhere?"

For a second, she was confused, until she remembered that the first time she'd unknowingly met Callie in person, she had had her cheerleading uniform in her backpack. Rolling her eyes at herself, she shook her head, "No. I didn't plan on bringing it today, but I had homework to do on the train, plus…"

She hadn't exactly been planning on telling Callie this – she'd just been planning on doing it after coffee with Callie was over – but, "And there's another book that I wanted to sell back to that bookstore. I forgot it when I was here a few weeks ago." Biting her lip, she tapped her fingers lightly against the table.

Then Callie nodded, "I'll come with you. If you want," she hastily added on.

And Arizona couldn't help but be somewhat excited, because every time she went to the bookstore, even when she was selling back books for some of her girls, no one ever accompanied her.

Her dimples were on full show as she nodded, "Yes, please."

She fiddled with the top of her coffee cup – it was already empty, as she'd arrived almost twenty minutes before Callie had, and the gesture seemed to tell the brunette that the cup was empty. Callie started to stand up, "We should go now; I don't want you to be late."

The brunette already had her to-go cup in her hand and ready to go before Arizona shook her head, "Uh-uh. You have to take off the boutonierre before we go out into public."

But Callie's eyebrow quirked up, a slow, gorgeous smile stealing across her mouth, "Nope. The boutoneirre stays." And she pointed to Arizona's wrist, "So does the corsage. Arizona, we're in Manhattan – do you think two woman walking around with a corsage and boutoneirre are the weirdest things people will see?"

She tried not to smile at the sardonic tone Callie used, but it was futile, and she muttered, "Probably not." She was quick to shake her head and add on, "But that's not the point! When I went to the florist to buy this thing, she thought I was going to a school dance."

The point she was making was that she felt silly.

It just seemed to make Callie's smile wider, "I guess we're going to prom together, then."

Once more, she didn't want to smile.

But it was hard to look at Callie's radiant grin and not smile in return. It was alarming to feel that way about someone she was just physically meeting, not a half hour ago.

Then again, she supposed she knew Callie already, so maybe it wasn't weird.

No, this whole thing – including their friendship and the origin of it – was definitely strange, she concluded, as she slipped on her coat. But, oddly, not uncomfortable.

Even while wearing a corsage, she admitted – to herself – begrudgingly.

And when she really did keep it on, as Callie held the door open for her, the brunette positively beamed at her. It made her cheeks heat up in a blush for a reason she couldn't put her finger on, but she enjoyed the smile.

Especially after wondering what the smile looked like for so long.

As they walked side by side down the sidewalk, Callie sipped her coffee and then sent Arizona a sidelong look, "You know what we're getting in to by going to this bookstore, right?"

Arizona's eyebrows crinkled in confusion for a moment, before she thought about the shop owner and she let out a quick laugh, "Yes. But he can't always be cranky."

The dark look Callie gave her with a scowl nearly made her snort in laughter, "Arizona, he's crazy."

"If he wasn't, you would have never gotten my book," she reminded Callie, who tilted her head in consideration.

The brunette gave her a look as she bit her lip and then grinned in appreciation, "I suppose you're right. But I hope you know that you're on your own when you go to sell your book back to him. I'll slink in behind you."

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, "Okay. Fine. You're lucky we're friends, Callie."

The words slipped out, but they made Callie smile hugely again, which made her grin in return. This… was easy. And she was finding that she liked it.

She giggled in the way Callie gulped down the rest of her coffee to dispose of the cup before they went into the bookstore, clearly because of what the reaction would be from the owner. And then she laughed even more as, after she held the door open for the brunette, she watched her not so covertly slip behind some bookshelves in hiding.

When she approached the desk with the old man, he regarded their transaction with a deep frown and muttering around youth who didn't care about their books these days, but it went a lot more smoothly than last time, she supposed.

Even though, as she turned in the direction that Callie had gone in, he barked out about how he better not find her "stupid flower" or petals anywhere lying around his shop, and that he would be watching them for "any funny business."

Rolling her eyes toward him, she walked through the stacks, trying to find Callie – momentarily wondering if she'd been left here – before she spotted the brunette staring contemplatively at a specific area of books.

"Anything of interest?" she asked, as she drew up next to her, shoulder to shoulder.

Those deep, dark eyes turned to her as she gestured at the books, "Kind of. This is where I found your To Kill A Mockingbird book. When I came back to find out how to contact you, he said this section was where I would find books from UPenn students. I was wondering how many other books of these belonged to you."

Blue eyes broke their contact, as she bit her lip and scanned them over the shelf. She recognized some titles, but… she shrugged, "I'm not sure. I've left a lot of books here over the years."

They stood there for a few beats of silence, and she watched as Callie started to pick random books up and flip open the covers, scanning for statements of ownership, Arizona supposed, before she asked, "Who's Tim?"

Arizona, who had been reaching out for a book herself, froze, and she didn't turn to look even though she could feel Callie's gaze on her. Closing her eyes and shaking her head nearly imperceptively at herself, she continued to reach for the book, and muttered, "He was my brother."

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Callie's mouth form an "o" and she could clearly see that she wanted to ask more.

And in an effort to stave off inevitable questions – such as "What do you mean by was?" and the like – she swallowed thickly, and kept her eyes forward, reaching for more books, trying to keep her voice light, "There's another book I gave away here that was from him, too. Inherit the Wind."

Callie "hmm"d and Arizona was grateful that she seemed to pick up on the fact that Arizona didn't want to go into more detail. When the brunette spoke again, she was reaching for more books, creating her own stack on the ground for the discarded ones, "That's nice. Maybe we'll find it."

Lifting an eyebrow, she turned to look at the taller woman in amusement, "While we're doing what?"

Callie gestured to the book stacks she was making from the shelves, "Looking through inscriptions in these other books, and organizing them as we do. These books in this section are horribly organized. Anyway, I've been kind of thinking about it since I bought your book – it's interesting how just the inscriptions in the books can tell their own story, you know? Look, there are already some interesting inscriptions in that stack. Plus, I kind of want to kind your other book now."

Even more amused now, she watched as brown eyes widened and a dark flush formed on her cheeks, before Callie mumbled, "And you already know that I'm really weird, so… how about I just put these books back and we'll pretend I didn't just geek out here?"

But Arizona was smiling wildly at her, thoroughly enjoying this, as she shook her head, "No, it's okay. I wouldn't expect anything less from you by now," she joked, before looking at the books in front of them, "Besides, I might find something I like. And, they are atrociously organized; we'll put them back neater."

And getting lost in going through the shelves of books, laughing or "aw"ing with Callie over some of the inscriptions they found was definitely not how she would have expected to spend time today. In fact, it wasn't something that she would have seen herself enjoying… ever.

But it was strangely relaxing, and it was easy to be here without anything else pushing down on her. No sorority, no cheerleading, no mock-trial. Just Callie, and it was almost like having one of their nightly phone calls, except better because she could see the way Callie's smile beamed up at her or the way she looked when she was in thought.

"Hey," she just heard Callie start, but before she could even look over at her, the nearly ear-piercing voice of the owner was barreling towards them.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, quickly making his way over.

Her gaze snapped to him, questioningly, "We're looking at books. To buy?"

He scoffed, "Sure. You're making a mess, destroying my shelves. Both of you are trouble!"

Arizona jumped and yelped, as the man started swatting the area around them with the books that had been carefully stacked on the ground – the ones she was considering buying – during she and Callie's journeys through shelves, "Out! I've had it up to here with both of you troublemakers!"

And then she turned on her heel and gaped at him, because what? "Troublemaker?"

The graying man nodded vehemently, and if he wasn't so angry and completely serious in his accusation, Arizona might have found the situation funny. As it was, he was batting away Callie's attempts to put the books back on the shelf, squatting to do so himself. But he kept alternating between wanting to squat to be on level with Callie and then stand, to maintain eye contact with herself.

Callie was even giggling slightly now, but Arizona still couldn't seriously digest his words, and spluttered out again, "Troublemaker?"

Now, with his arms full of the books from their stack, he stood completely in front of her, "Yes! Troublemakers, the both of you! Coming in here, disrupting my business, making a mess of my books; I should report you both to the police for vandalism!"

The brunette was now standing, so close behind Arizona that she could feel the warmth her body was emitting, "Vandalism? We were looking through the stacks of books to find one we wanted to buy."

In response, the man eyed them both suspiciously. And finally Arizona was able to find her words, "Troublemaker? Excuse you, sir, but I've never once been labelled as a troublemaker in my life. Do you –"

But she was cut off as he waved his arms, the books shifting in his grasp and nearly tumbling to the floor, "Out! Both of you. And this time, I don't even want you to stay long enough to make the purchase that you both should owe!"

Now she was just angry, and her hands flexed as they were about to find their place on her hips. But before she could jump into her diatribe toward him, she felt her hand being tugged. And then Callie's hand completely slid into hers, and the words she had already felt in her throat died back down, blue eyes looking down to where a tan hand grasped hers.

Then, easily, as if they'd done it a thousand times before, Callie adjusted her hand so that her fingers interlocked with her own, and as if it was a reflex, she tightened her grasp. And it wasn't until that moment that she felt those tingles in her hand – she same ones that she'd felt the first night they'd met – that she remembered them.

This weird tingly feeling that she'd never had before, and though it was somewhat unsettling because it also made her stomach feel the same way, she didn't pull away.

Though, Callie didn't give her a choice, anyway.

The little moment she'd been experiencing was broken now as Callie tugged once again. She looked up, and if she believed in things like having your breath stolen from the look of someone's eyes – which, like fate, was somewhat of a romantic notion that she didn't really partake in – then it would explain what she was feeling at the playful look in those dark eyes.

And then Callie was turning and running back down the aisle of shelves toward the exit, pulling Arizona by the hold she had on her hand. Arizona looked back over her shoulder at the old man, who she would still like to have some words with, but decided now was clearly not the time to shout them over her shoulder.

The brunette pulled them out the front door, and the cold, February air was like a slap, causing a quick intake of breath. And it took a few seconds before she realized that it had started to rain. Well, more like a light drizzle. They didn't run far, though, just a few feet away, before Callie came to a quick stop.

As she did, Arizona's feet slid on the ground below – what did the man inside have against salting the area right outside of his shop, damn it? – but Callie's other hand came up, touching her waist, and steadying her near-fall.

"Usually I'm the one who falls or slips. This is a nice change," Callie quipped, and shot her a bright smile that made it impossible for Arizona not to smile back.

Quickly, Callie's hand fell from her waist, and she took in a deep breath. Then Callie's hand dropped hers, and she couldn't quite describe the feeling of not having that soft hand in her grasp anymore. For someone who had never particularly enjoyed hand-holding in her previous relationships – romantic or otherwise – it was difficult for her to fully understand why she didn't want Callie to let her go.

And it definitely didn't explain why those damn tingles still remained.

Shaking her head, she huffed out a breath and threw a glare over her shoulder toward the door to the shop, "Honestly, the nerve of that man! I don't understand how in the world he stays in business, when he treats customers like that."

Callie's teeth dug into her bottom lip as she shrugged, "I don't know if he treats everyone like that, but I've never had a pleasant experience here. I warned you!"

Blue eyes rolled at her, "I know. But still. I –"

Her rant that she was about to lodge into about the man's poor attitude and how the way he'd been swinging those books around was sure to be a lawsuit in the making died on her tongue when Callie reached up with one hand and pulled open the top of her jacket, reaching in with the other and drawing out Inherit the Wind.

Licking her lips, her eyes darted from the book to Callie's face, and a thousand thoughts washed over her – memories included. Swallowing hard, she cleared her throat before it dawned on her, "Callie! Did you steal that?!"

Callie's mouth fell open, "No!" but then after a few moments of silence beat between them, she shrugged her shoulders, a frown marring her features, "I mean. Maybe, technically? I didn't have a proper transaction with him – clearly – but it's only marked for three dollars. I only had two, but I left them on the bookshelf when you two were yelling at each other."

Arizona's mouth fell open in disbelief, "Now we are troublemakers!"

She'd never been anything resembling a troublemaker in her life. It wasn't part of who she needed to be – breaking the rules wasn't the way to get where she wanted to be. Especially in her determined career path.

And she could tell by the small, amused smile that quirked up on Callie's lips that she was entertained by her, which made her narrow her eyes, "You're a thief!"

But her words just seemed to make Callie laugh out loud, even as her mouth fell open in offense, "I had just found the book when he marched over to us! I didn't get a chance to properly purchase it. And honestly, he's lucky I left him those few dollars; he doesn't deserve our business!"

Despite the fact that the one dollar was still sitting heavily on her conscience, her eyes slid back to the book, and she simply… stared at it, her eyes feasting on it, thinking of the first time she'd seen it. When she'd received it in the mail from Tim for her twenty-first birthday, a little over a year ago.

Callie's smile fell in the few seconds of silence that came between them, and she started to lower the book instead of holding it up triumphantly. Arizona's eyes darted back to her, seeing how her cheeks blushed and she looked more wondering now than anything, "If – if you're really upset by it, I'll brave going back in there and return it?"

But before she could move another inch, Arizona had reached out, her fingers closing around the thin paperback, and brushing against Callie's in the process. Tingles.

"No," she hated that it came out in a hoarse whisper, and she cleared her throat, "No, don't return it. He doesn't deserve it," she managed a small smile, "Or the extra dollar."

When Callie's smile bloomed again, it made her own easier.

Then she withdrew her hand from both Callie's and the book, and the other girl's forehead crinkled in confusion, "Don't you want it?" and she offered the book out to her.

After only a split second hesitation – because she'd given it away for a reason – and even though her hand twitched to take it, she shook her head. Arizona lightly pushed it toward Callie, and teased, "I've already read it."

"I became a thief for a book that you didn't even want?" the brunette's tone was exasperated, but the sound of it made her dimpled grin come out even more.

She corrected, "I never asked you to become a thief. You made your choices! Besides… it's a good book. You should read it."

Even though Callie "harrumphed" she still managed to tuck away the small book into one of her deep pockets, protecting it from the dampness it was collecting from the mist falling from the sky.

As Callie turned to look at her, her eyes caught on something behind and above Arizona's head, "Didn't you say that your train was at three?"

Arizona turned to look up behind her, and the part of her that needed to be punctual froze. There was less than fifteen minutes until she had to board her train back to school, and she already shifted in place, looking around and wondering what was the quickest way –

Her thoughts were cut off as, once more, Callie's warm, soft hand closed around hers, fingers linking, and her voice was low as she started to pull her, "Come on!"

She found them running through the wide, crowded sidewalks, and even after the few strides that she managed to catch up to Callie so that they were nearly running side-by-side, their hands didn't drop.

And even when she became slightly out of breath from the running and dodging in and out of people, she couldn't help herself from laughing every time Callie nearly ran right into someone or accidentally clipped someone, blushing every time and shouting apologies over her shoulder as they continued.

But she would admit that Callie got them to Penn Station much quicker than she would have gotten herself there. With five minutes left to spare, too.

Both damp from the rain that had become more insistent during their run, they squeaked and dripped as they continued to run – now led by Arizona – before she saw her terminal and came to a stop.

Callie let out a squeal as she slid on the floor before crashing into Arizona's back, their intertwined hands coming between them. It caused another breathless laugh to escape from between her lips, even as she reached her hand that wasn't still clasped in Callie's back to steady the taller woman. Her hands rested on Callie's back, and she felt her heavy breathing against her neck, and it gave her goosebumps.

Letting out a quick, breathless sigh, she released her hold on Callie's back, and stepped forward before turning around, to look up at the brunette's face. She could see the raindrops still on her face, but that stunning smile was still there despite how drenched they were. And Callie bit her bottom lip again, before announcing, "We made it!"

Blue eyes flickered up to the terminal, just to double check she was in the right place, "We did. Thanks to you," she added, and enjoyed the way Callie's smile seemed to grow even brighter.

"You're going to make it back for cheerleading practice?" Callie asked, as she looked doubtfully up at the time on the clock on the wall.

Arizona rolled her eyes, "Yes, Callie. As long as I made it onto this train – it's barely a two hour ride." If she timed herself correctly – and she had – she would not only be back in time for cheerleading practice, but she would also not have to rush and would have time to stop at the sorority house for her athletics bag, rather than have to ask April to bring it for her.

She could see that Callie was thinking, like seeing cranks turning in her head, and for a few moments, she realized that this was what happened when they were on the phone and the moments of silence went by before Callie would inevitably ask –

"Can I ask you something?"

The grin that stole over her was impossible to stop, because she knew it. Tilting her head to the side, she bit lightly on the inside of her cheek, as she granted, "You may."

Callie picked up on her teasing tone and narrowed her eyes for a moment, before her thumb stroked over the back of Arizona's hand, and she lost some of her grin because she'd forgotten that they'd been holding hands like this and then that tingle came back with a vengeance. Before she could look down at their joined hands or contemplate pulling back, Callie started speaking in a nervous voice, "So… since, as you said, the train is barely a couple of hours – which really isn't that far, right?"

Blue eyes flickered down to their hands, and her stomach was still feeling all strange, as she distractedly hummed in affirmation, "No, it's not very far."

It was actually a perfect distance for her to get much of her homework done, especially on a day like today when she was taking the train both ways in the same day, by herself.

"Right. Maybe we can meet up again? And hang out more?" Callie asked, and Arizona could hear her anticipation even as a light blush came up to color tan cheeks, "Not like, all of the time. I know you're super busy at school. But today was fun, for me, anyway."

Arizona nodded and her dimples popped in a smile, "It was fun for me, too."

And it was kind of frightening how honest that was. When was the last time she had just had fun and hung out with someone else? She… didn't even know. The few hours that she'd spent with Callie were the most freeing that she'd had in so long.

Somehow, that thought didn't surprise her, but it was – like the hand holding tingles – somewhat unsettling in a strangely pleasant way.

"Good! So, that means…" she trailed off, and looked expectantly at Arizona, awaiting an answer.

Which she gave, with a small giggle, "Yes, Callie, I foresee us hanging out more. I trust you to show me around the city beyond our little bookshop area next time, New Yorker."

Callie nodded eagerly, even as her eyes crinkled in a smile, "I'm not actually a native New Yorker, you know," she added with a conspiratorial whisper.

Before Arizona could say anything, both of their attention was drawn to the screech of brakes coming from where her train was arriving in the terminal. She turned back to Callie, "Another story for another time, Callie Torres."

Even though her brown eyes rolled at her, the smile remained, "You got it, Arizona Robbins." She seemed to hesitate for a moment, before her voice dropped even lower, and Arizona had to strain her ears to hear her say, in typical Callie fashion, "I know it might be weird. But you're kind of… my best friend."

Arizona bit her cheek, her eyebrows raising at the words, but she couldn't deny the enjoyment she got out of them. Before she could respond – unsure of even what to say, even though it was the truth for her, too – Callie's hand that wasn't still holding hers reached up, and her smile turned soft, "Your hair is curling."

She reached up herself, brushing Callie's hand with her own, as she look at her own hair, "Yeah. I usually straighten it." She was going to have to do something about it before she got back to school, for practice.

"It looks nice like this," the brunette stated, before her eyes widened, "I mean, it looks nice either way, but –"

Arizona shook her head and laughed, before dropping her hand again, and her eyes darted to her train, "I have to go. But… this was the best day I've had in a while, Callie. And I mean that."

The way Callie's eyes lit up at the words was like magic, and in an instant, Callie was leaning in, letting go of their joined hands, in favor of wrapping her arms around Arizona's shoulders, and pulled her into a hug.

For the first moment, she didn't respond in kind – she just blinked. Hugs weren't… she would never in a million years have described herself as a "hugger." Her parents hadn't been, and, much like hand-holding, it wasn't something she'd gleefully indulged in in any sort of friendship or relationship.

Even with April, who did like to hug.

But she enjoyed the way Callie's body was soft under her jacket, and her own melted seamlessly into it. And she enjoyed the way, as she gave in and wrapped her arms around Callie's waist, soft, dark hair that was still damp brushed against her nose. It seemed to bring out Callie's shampoo in strength, she thought, and she smelled amazing.

Much like she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a carefree time like this, she didn't remember the last time she'd felt innately comfortable with held hugged – held? – like this. Much less enjoying it.

It was like a full body tingle.

"I didn't know how much I needed this."

The words came out of her throat, whispered so low she didn't even know if Callie heard them. But she was shocked and a little embarrassed by them herself, so she hoped the brunette hadn't. She didn't even know if she was talking about the hug, their hang-out, or Callie's friendship in general.

Apparently Callie had heard her, though, as she heard a husky whisper back, "I needed it, too."

Once more, she wasn't sure exactly about what they were speaking – maybe all of it. But it lessened her embarrassment and the slight burning of the blush in her cheeks.

She let her arms go slack and then drop as soon as she felt Callie start to pull back, and she took a purposeful, small, step back, as she gave a tiny grin up to the brunette, who was giving her one of her blinding ones.

"You should probably go before you miss your train and cheerleading practice," Callie tilted her head toward the terminal.

Arizona nodded, "You're probably right." She took another step away, enjoying Callie's small wave in her direction and giving her one back as she continued to walk away. She didn't stop, but turned slightly and called over her shoulder before she could even think of the words leaving her lips, "Call me tonight?"

Somehow, Callie's smile was even more stunning, as she teased, "Don't I always?"

She nodded, and turned away for real this time, walking quickly toward her train.

Back to reality.

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