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I am about to leave my office and I can't help but think about that crazy meeting in the elevator and how it ended up.
It was so unexpected but so appropriate. She came to me, so it means she's interested right ?
When I say 'interested', I'm only talking about getting to know me as an hypothetical friend and nothing more.
At least, it's what I am supposed to hope. But as I walked to the place I'm meeting her and I'm seeing her, waiting for me, so beautiful with her tight dark jeans and those knee boots, I'm not sure anymore about what I'm feeling.
She's wearing a black jacket, her hair are tied in the most simple bun but she's stunning, and I can't help but staring at her.
« Hey... » She softly greets me with a sweet dimpled smile.
« Hey... » I reply akwardly. I feel like an idiot. I have no idea what to say, or what to do.
« Let's have this well deserved drink ! » She said as we begin to walk out of the hospital in a tense silence.
She seems exhausted and sad. I don't know what she's been through today but it had done a number on her. I'll try to make her talk to me, maybe with one drink or two it will be easier.
Alcohol can be my ally.
Oh my god I'm so pathetic.
« Teddy told me that pub was the place to be when you are working here. » She says, breaking the silence as we're in front of the door and I open it, simply noding at her statement.
I look around the place, there's not a lot of people, which is great. What is better is that there's no familiar faces for me.
I spot a free booth and we both walk to the table, sitting face to face. I put my purse on the chair next to me and I nervously put my hand on the table.
« What can I get you ? » Joe interrupt the uncomfortable silence which was settling between us.
« As usual Joe, a shot of tequilla. » I smile at him.
« And you Miss ? »
« Tequilla too... But bring the bottle... » She tell him, sighing loudly.
Joe look at me, surprised by the request. I simply shrug at him while Arizona take her phone and seems to sent a text, an exasperate expression on her face.
As Joe leave us to prepare our order, Arizona suddenly throw her phone at the other end of the table and nervously shake her head, her golden curls moving all over her face.
« What ? » She snaps at me as I stare at her.
« Nothing. Just you seem pretty nervous... »
« I am just tired. » She replies arshly, closing her eyes a few seconds and taking a deep breath. « I had the worst day. »
« Want to talk about it ? » I venture, not knowing if it's a good idea or not. I don't know her well enough but I can see some deep emotion running through her eyes.
« I lost a patient today, before the surgery. She was only 4 and she died before I operated on her. » Arizona sadly explain. « She was severely ill, but I was supposed to save her. But she died, and I know I shouldn't care so much. It's not my fault, but I can't help but think she should be awake now, laughing and cuddling with her mother... »
Instinctively, I take her hand in mine and I begin tracing small circle on it with my thumb. She let me do it and I can feel her grip tightening.
« It's just so hard some times you know... » she continues and I hear the crack in her voice, as Joe is back with the bottle she ordered and two glasses, serving us the first shots. I mouth a 'Thank you' to him. He watch us with a comprehensive smile and leave as discretely as he came.
« I can't understand because I'm not a doctor, but I have lived with one, and dated a few of them. So I get how hard your job can be. » I explain sincerely.
She looks at me and drink her first shot before serving herself another one she immediately swallow.
« I am so tired. I just wanted one day to be good. Just one freaking day. » she almost whispers, unable to stop the sob she was restraining.
I immediately stand up and take a sit next to her, and there's nothing else I can do. I take her in my arm. She's so vulnerable and she let me hold her, her cheek resting on my shoulder. She's crying very hard, and I can tell that the loss of her young patient is just a part of her emotional state.
I slowly put my hands on her hair and I stroke it quietly, trying to find a way to soothe her.
« I'm sorry... » She says, straightening on her chair and leaving my arms.
I already miss the contact and that's when I know I'm in trouble, because the last thing I want is to do what I have been asked to. Whatever situation she's in, I don't think the people who are blackmailing me have good intentions towards her.
I look at her with a comprehensive smile, trying to hide ma nervousness. She serves herself another shot and grabs my glasses, drinking them both in a row, wincing as the bitter liquor reaches the bottom of her throat. She gulps and shakes her head one more time and I know I should slow her down.
« Arizona, you shouldn 't drink that much. » I venture, waiting for her reaction.
« You're talking like Owen. » She forces a laugh. « He always so wise and perfect. »
« Is he the man who was at the day care the other day ? » I ask, not knowing where the conversation is going to go.
« Yeah, that's Owen... » She nods at me with a sarcastic expression.
« And Can I ask you who he is ? »
She sigh and drink another shots. I can see the alcohol is making its effect on her now. Her moves are slower, her pupils are dilating.
« Why were you crying in the elevator this afternoon? » She asks me, positioning herself as she's now facing me.
« I just been remembered about my pathetic love life by a friend, and I didn't take it well. » I honestly reply. She opens to me so I'm doing the same.
« And what is there in your love life that can be so pathetic it makes you cry ? » She continue her interview, and I am tracked. She had reversed the rôle and I'm not going to lie to her.
« Everything. I am the master of being attracted to the wrong people or to the people who are going to hurt me. » I explain. « I want to be love so bad, I fall for anyone who show me just some attention. I get attached, and it's never reciprocal. »
She tapped my shoulder amicaly and serve herself another shot. She wants to get drunk, there's no doubt about that. Should I stop her ?
« You have really pretty eyes... » she says out of nowhere, totaly changing the subject. « They're brown, but really dark brown. »
She approaches me closer and I can feel my heart beat faster.
« All those who had taken advantage from you, they are idiots. You seem to be a really good person Callie Torres. A little awkward but good. »
« I... Hum... Thank you. » I manage to say as she keeps staring at me.
« And if I could, i would have ask you on date. »
What is happening right now is totaly unreal and I'm wondering if I'm not in a dream. She is openly flirting with me, and I like that. I don't know if she's sincere or if it's the tequilla which is speaking. But I can see sadness in her eyes.
« Well, you could... » I reapeat, trying to keep the conversation up.
« Believe me, you'd rather stay away from me. I'm not a good person.» She seriously tell me, drinking another shot and standing up.
She put a bill on the table to pay for the drinks and leave me speechless on my chair. It take me a moment before standing up in a hurry and following her outside.
She's leaning against the wall, apparently calling a cab. I take a deep breath and walk to her. That night had been totaly weird, but I don't want her to leave me like that.
« Why did you ask me to join you if it's to leave that way without even... » I move my hand between me and her.
« Without even what ? » she knits her brows.
« You ask me out, you cried and I took you in my harm and you told me about some stuff... that I don't understand, so you can't leave like that ! » I say confusedly.
I get she's upset, I get she had a rough day but she's not the only one who had a complicated life, but I'm not here to be her whipping boy.
She puts her phone back in her pocket and approaches me slowly, her steps hesitant because of all the alcohol she drank.
« You're mad at me ? » she asks almost shildhisly.
« I'm mad at you... » I reply as she come closer to me again, her face inches from mine.
« I'm sorry... » She whispers, taking my face between her hands as I feel her sweet pinks lips kissing mine.
I'm surprised at the contact, but it's so soft. I let myself enjoying the moment. The kiss remain chaste and delicate and as soon as she pulls away, I'm totaly lost.
« I see you later. » She simply says, stepping back and i see her opening the door of her cab and getting into it, leaving me clueless, on the sidewalk.
I'm in trouble but I like it.
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