A/N: My dear angry bird readers, you will kill me with your comments and angry PMs… I feel terrible when you people are rude or angry as I write only for you people. You know that I love you all, right? Although, I thought to upload once in a month, here is another chapter just to grovel my angry readers! And Happy belated Canada day.

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Kendas: it's so interesting that you have a similar situation. But, you are lucky that you two found your ways together. Maybe everyone in life is not that lucky.

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∾∾∾ "There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment." ∾∾∾

Chapter 3

Since this is Arizona's first landing in Canada, she queues in a different line for customs check out and I go for another checkout line. After 25 minutes I come out in the meet and greet area to find the person who is going to receive me. I am basically here for a conference for two days before I return to my home in Toronto. While looking here and there, I catch up that Arizona is walking towards the transportation zone. I wave her to catch her attention.

"So, is the hotel going to send you a car or something?"

"I did not book a hotel yet"

"No... you are joking, right?"

In this time when the biggest conference of the year is taking place, there is no way that she would find any room in Calgary without booking. Before she answers, someone just calls me out, "Dr. Torres?"

"Nick?"

"Yes, your host." He gives a heartfelt smile.

"Nick, do you think it is possible to get a room for two days? This girl needs a room." I ask pointing at Arizona.

"Not this week. There could be one or two near to the airport, but they are expensive beyond the limit."

Arizona looks at me and says, "don't worry... I'll have something. Thanks though. Bye then." She starts walking towards the shuttle service pushing her cart.

"She will not get anything for sure. Even for you, since you confirmed at the last moment, we had a hard time. Because of this problem, you have a deluxe king room, as we could not find any single."

"Deluxe king?" I just start running towards Arizona.

"Hey, you can stay in my room. I have a king room."

"What?" She narrows her eyebrows in confusion.

"Arizona, you are not gonna get anything. And I can share the room with you. Just two days!" Right now I'm just trying to help her, I even don't know why. At this moment also, I know how silly it must be sounding. But, I'm really concerned about her. A new girl in a new country- how will she manage without having a room?

"I can't go with you! I even don't know you." She rolls her eyes and I find this super adorable.

"I don't know you either." Now I'm annoyed.

"Who knows if you try to do anything with me?" Arizona makes a plotter face.

This really annoys me. "To do anything, I don't need to pick a 19 years from the airport. I'm heading towards hotel, if you wanna come, then walk with me, otherwise stay here at the airport." I start walking towards Nick.

Arizona quickly catches after me. "You know, I have black belt in kung-fu, in case you are unable to contain yourself."

"I will try to contain myself, although it would be sooooo difficult." I give her a playful seductive wink. I like this playfulness with her. She sometimes is really immature, but I see, that with her I can have that great playful conversation, which I never had before with anyone. I know her only for 13 hours or so- but her awkwardness is kind of nailing me down.

After checking in the hotel room, Arizona seems to be quite impressed with the room. In fact, I'm too. Actually, they had to book this grand hotel for me, as all other hotels were completely booked.

"So, you are rich, right?" Arizona asks and I don't know why, I feel she has a sarcastic tone there.

"Umm… I don't think so…" I really don't know how to reply. This is one of the most common questions in my life. And I hate it that people immediately start treating me in different way when they come to know about my family's background.

"I'm a poor professor, you know!" I try not to answer her directly.

"Poor professor? Then how do the rich ones look like?" Again she teases me.

"Arizona, settle down yourself, I have to go for the conference. And feel like it's yours, okay?" I really don't want to go down that line.

She quietly nods. From her expression, I'm pretty sure that she does not like the fact that she has taken my help.

After coming out from shower, I find her lying on the bed tiredly. She must be tired. She is lying on her back closing her eyes. I cannot help but slowly looking at her from her toe to head, albeit creepily.

While blowing my hair, I inform her that she can use the dining for breakfast, lunch and dinner as this room for two includes all of them. However, I suddenly catch her on the mirror checking on me. I kind of curse myself coming out from the shower in a bathrobe revealing most parts of my body. Nonetheless, now I'm feeling little bit of mischievous too.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Ya..ya…I'm." She stammers and looks at the other side of the wall. So, I'm right. I try to play with her a bit. I always have been a player type, but a harmless one.

"So, are you thinking about something else?" I ask her locking my eyes on the mirror on her.

Abruptly Arizona changes the topic, "So, you are a professor, right? Dr. Torres?"

I stop what I have been doing as she addresses me as Dr. Torres. At university, everyone calls me Dr. Torres, but I never found it as sexy as it is sounding right now. Oh! I even don't know what is happening with me. I shake my head in an attempt to clear something.

"I'm." I move to the changing room in an attempt to hide my reddening cheeks.

The paper has gone really well and now I have a whole day to attend different sessions. However, time to time, I cannot help but thinking what Arizona is doing, if she has eaten something or if she is okay. Okay. Torres, get back to work, you cannot think about someone whom you have met just a day before. And she is practically a kid compare to me. Compare to many others at her age, of course she is much composed and mature, however, still has all those typical immaturities of a typical youth. I try to concentrate on the conference rather!

When I come back to the hotel, it's already quite late. After opening my room door, I find the room is dark, but the corner dim lights are on. That means that she is already asleep. I peek in the room and see she is really sleeping. I only can see her back though. I quietly change my dresses and slips under the cover taking the other empty side of the bed making sure that I don't go near to her. I laugh a little remembering her questions at the airport. But, has she eaten anything? Within few minutes, I drift to sleeping as I'm really too tired after the first day of conference.

The next thing, I remember of getting a hard hit on my hip and discovering myself on the floor-I'm lying flat on the floor rolled with the sheet. I try to understand for a while that where I am. Moments later, Arizona peeps out her head from the bed, "I'm sorry!"

"Did you kick me?" I'm still lying on the floor on my back.

"I tend to kick out and become very restless while sleeping." I don't see her face clearly, but there is a genuine concern in her tone.

But, I burst into laughing. "This is the first time I got kicked out by someone."

Arizona comes down and helps me to get up.

"I'm sorry!"

"Oh… that's okay baby girl." I say while fixing my hair.

"I'm not a baby girl."

"What?"

"I said, I'm not a baby girl. I'm legal you know- I can have a baby on my own."

Now, I'm amused. "Then have a baby!"

"I'll if I want to." Saying this she goes to her side of the bed and slips in under the sheet.

"Okay, big girl, I'll live to see that day."

She does not reply.

"I'm going to the café to have a cup of coffee." I inform while putting on my jacket on my night dress. I'm not a very good sleeper and once I'm up, I take time to go back to sleep. "There is a café just across the hotel. You may have a glass of wine too. On me…"

"I don't drink." She replies still hiding her face under the sheet.

"Seriously?" This is a new piece of information. Interestingly, I don't drink either, but I have hardly seen anyone that young who does not drink.

"No, not seriously." Still she is under that sheet.

"Oh!" I feel a little down, as I actually have felt good that she does not drink. It's not like that I have problem with people drinking, but since I don't drink, I feel good when I find there is someone else also does not drink.

"Of course, seriously!" She finally pops out from that silly sheet. Her hair is completely messy now and she looks too cute to resist. "I don't drink, Callie!"

I go near to her and pull her with her wrist.

"No, I will sleep and you should sleep too." Then she pulls me back to the bed suddenly.

I even don't realize how I directly fall on her making her lying under me. I can feel her soft body under mine- all of her. Again that eye locking thing- it is so weird that for the second time in my life, everything else becomes blurred except her under me. For few stray moments of both of our lives, we don't move. I see the dark shades of blue in those eyes and again feel like diving into them no matter what, discovering the wilderness I have been looking in my perfect life so far. This has never been happened before ever. I just feel like touching her brown hair- they must be very soft. In this very moment of my life, I have fallen in something deeper and mysterious before I know what it is!

"Coffee?" Arizona whispers breaking those moments. I so hate her.

"Yeah! coffee…" Somehow I manage to even my uneven breaths and motion myself to get up. Taking the room key, as I'm about the move out, she asks, "do they have fruity tea?"

"You like fruity tea?"

"Yeah….I'm a fruity or caramel tea type girl!" She pops her dimples out.

"Let's go…if they don't have, we will find another place." I open the door.

I have never liked the fruity flavor of teas, but maybe I'll start liking them!

A/N 2: Dear all, I'm still writing… 4 or 5 more chapters to go...