Callie was starting to notice a myriad of things about Arizona.

Not on purpose. She certainly wasn't trying to, but Arizona seemed to be everywhere all the time and her voice was loud and perky and it carried and it really wasn't Callie's fault, okay?

She was noticing things that were not normal to notice about other people, especially not people you hated.

She noticed that Arizona ordered a skinny vanilla latte from the coffee cart most mornings, which really didn't make very much sense considering she usually ordered it with a sugary blueberry donut. She would take her first bite before she was even finished paying, and her eyes would flutter closed and she'd moan in satisfaction and thank the barista by name. She'd always leave a cash tip—$5 or $10 and Callie even saw her leave $20 once. She could be so nice when she wasn't being evil.

She noticed that she called her parents everyday around 3 PM, which irrationally pissed Callie off to no end. She sounded so happy when they talked, and she would laugh her real laugh and ask about her aunts and promise to come visit them soon. Of course she had the picture perfect family—she was a shiny happy person, no doubt bred from shiny happy people. Arizona had parents that loved her and accepted her for exactly who she was. Callie would bet money that she hadn't known real struggle a day in her life. It made her jealous, and it made her hate her a little more too.

She noticed that she carried around pink Starbursts in her pockets, and she'd pop one into her mouth and suck on it whenever she was in deep thought about something. She'd occasionally slip one to her peds patients, too, whenever their parents weren't looking. She really was exceptionally good with the kids, which pained Callie to admit, even if only in her head. She had a beautiful, magical smile and Callie could see the way it dazzled them, deep set dimples putting them at ease in even the scariest of situations.

Arizona got a salad and a pink lemonade in the cafeteria every day. She wore a scrub cap with pink flowers on it. She kept her car keys on a pink heart shaped carabiner. Everything about her was just so pink.

The dirty images that particular thought summoned made Callie want to die.

The Easter basket on legs was walking towards her now, a feisty bounce in her step as her blonde hair trailed behind her wildly, cheeks flushed a bright pink. Arizona looked pissed, the way she always did when they were around each other, but right now she seemed to be particularly seething. Callie knew what was coming.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Arizona's voice was higher than normal, sharper, and she shoved Callie's chest once she reached her. Not that hard, but enough to surprise the brunette. The chart in her hands fell to the floor.

Callie rolled her eyes and bent down to pick it up, keeping her voice professional, mainly just because she knew it would piss her off even more. Which was fun. She was starting to enjoy pissing her off on purpose. "Can I help you with something, Dr. Robbins?"

"You seriously tattled on me to the chief? Are you a kindergartener?"

Callie smiled a little. "I told you I would if you ordered that test. Which you did. Without authorization." She rolled up the sleeves of her long sleeved undershirt, then crossed her arms, looking far too casual when compared to the enraged woman next to her. "I'm a woman of my word. I'm sure you don't know what that's like."

Arizona's eyes frosted over. If Callie wasn't so smug currently, she might've really hated the cold look she was being given, but she had the upper hand at the moment and it felt good. "I can't believe you tried to get me in trouble."

"You got yourself in trouble, Arizona. Your actions do sometimes have consequences, you know."

Arizona just shook her head, eyes narrowing further. "I said you tried. I didn't actually get in trouble. Because I was right." That wasn't the exact truth—she had definitely gotten a very firm warning not to do it again, and Arizona had cried at the sternness in Webber's voice, but he had complimented her for being persistent in finding the tricky diagnosis too. She shoved the folder containing her patient's scans into Callie's arms, the upper hand now entirely her own. "He has a tethered spinal cord and you're an asshole. His spinal cord stretches every fraction of an inch he grows. The poor kid has been in hell. Not faking and definitely not fucking growing pains."

Callie blinked, surprise flooding her, and she started to flip through the scans to confirm Arizona's claims. Guilt settled deep in the pit of her stomach—she had honestly thought Arizona was just being stubborn and uncooperative to be contrarian. To get under her skin. Callie swallowed, and it kind of felt like razor blades were in her throat when she finally spoke. "I'm sorry. Really, I feel awful. I genuinely thought that—"

"Save it. I don't have time to stand here and listen to you play the victim." Arizona snatched the file back from her, hugging it to her chest. "I have surgery with Shepherd." She started to walk away, her voice irksome as she called over her shoulder. "Just wanted to remind you that I'm a better doctor than you first."

Arizona was half naked and a little sweaty, lying supine in an on-call bed. The blonde scrub nurse she slept with sometimes, Nadia—or maybe it was Natalia, Arizona couldn't really remember right now—was panting beside her, a blissed out expression on her face from the orgasm Arizona had just given her.

Her surgery had gone perfectly, and the pretty nurse had given her that look as they scrubbed out, and before Arizona knew what she was doing she was having celebratory sex in an uncomfortable bed.

The sex was fine. Really, there was nothing objectively wrong with it. Natalia/Nadia really was quite pretty, even if blondes weren't her usual type. And she was practically obsessed with Arizona, willing to do anything she wanted, which was a nice and, as of recently, much needed ego boost. The problem was that it was purely mechanical. Arizona kind of just felt…nothing.

She had to close her eyes and picture Callie's hand down her jeans in a dirty bar bathroom to even come. Remembering the lethal look in those brown eyes, the strong fingers invading her with so much anger and passion, had her pitching over the edge, and afterwards that same feeling of shame twisted its way back into her stomach. Seriously, what the fuck.

She preferred feeling nothing. Nothing was safe and it was easy and it was controlled. It didn't confuse her or bewilder her to the point of hardly recognizing herself. It didn't hurt her.

She slid out of bed wordlessly and started to redress, and the nurse followed suit. Arizona caught sight of her name tag. Nadia. It was Nadia.

Nadia smiled softly when she saw Arizona looking, mistaking her gaze at the badge as a gaze at her. "You know, I'd really like to take you to dinner sometime."

Arizona almost laughed, surprised at the sudden declaration. She pulled her shoes back on, brows furrowing a bit. "Um. That's very sweet, Nadia, but I'm really not looking for anything serious."

"Just one little dinner. Please? I'll take you back to mine after, of course."

"I…" Arizona forced a smile, feeling a little awkward. Her next words surprised her. "I'll think about it."

That seemed to placate her, if her wide smile was any indication, and Arizona had to actively tell herself not to grimace. She followed her out of the small on-call room, and Nadia turned to her with a smile that was just a bit too sweet. "I'll see you around?"

"Of course." Arizona smiled back and turned around to head in the opposite direction down the hallway. She made it about two steps before her eyes locked with brown and she could feel her breath catch a little in her throat.

Callie was outright staring at her, an unreadable expression on her face. She had her brows slightly furrowed, lips pressed together in the smallest of frowns. Her long dark hair was pulled into a ponytail, a few curls having fallen loose over the course of the long day, and she looked so stunning that it was actually hard to look at her.

Neither woman moved or spoke or breathed for a few beats. Then Arizona tore her eyes away, running a hand through her hair to try and make it look a little less messy, as if she could hide what she had just done.

Why did she even feel like she needed to hide it? She owed Callie absolutely nothing.

She cleared her throat quietly and stepped to the side to keep walking past her, not in the mood to bicker or shoot daggers for once. She just wanted to finish her shift and go home.

Callie's hand on her wrist stopped her, her voice low in her ear. She couldn't decipher her tone. "Arizona…"

"Don't." She had meant for the words to come out sharper, meaner, but she just sounded kind of tired. She wiggled her wrist out of Callie's grip and kept walking without looking back.

"She makes no fucking sense."

Callie was in the apartment she shared with Mark, pacing back and forth around their kitchen with agitation as she cooked dinner. She was occasionally waving the knife in her hand around to punctuate her points, and Mark made sure to keep a very safe distance from her all the way across the kitchen, slumped onto a stool with his arms on the counter.

"I mean, why can she casually sleep with God knows how many other people but not me? She's acting like a psycho."

"Says the one waving a knife around."

Callie glared at him. She stopped pacing and continued to chop the bell peppers on the cutting board in front of her, but her ranting continued. "And she keeps saying she's a better doctor than me. Which is starting to seriously piss me off. I might pull her stupid little pigtails next time."

"You dreaming about pulling Robbins' hair?"

Callie glared again. "Not like that." Okay, yes, like that. But whatever. She was starting to accept that whatever animosity she felt towards the blonde would always be laced with an undertone of sexual tension.

Would that be so bad? She thought she could maybe live with the idea of being fuck buddies with Arizona. Well, maybe not buddies. They would never be friends. But they could easily use each other for sex. It wasn't like they hadn't done so already. It'd be a shame to let the compatibility there go to waste, even if it was purely sexual.

Callie continued, "And don't even get me fucking started on that stunt she pulled with the scan. Yeah, she was right, but she was lucky too. And the chief didn't even care! That would have gotten me fired at my old job. But I guess Arizona Robbins can get away with whatever the fuck she wants."

"Uhh." Mark chuckled a little. "She definitely got in trouble for that."

"What?"

"She left his office crying."

Callie blinked, sliding the bell peppers into the oven to roast them. "She can cry? I didn't know she was capable of feeling human emotions that complex."

Mark snorted his laugh. "Damn, Torres."

"I seriously was starting to think she was a robot." She heated a drizzle of olive oil in a pan and added the garlic she had just minced, beginning on the sauce for the pasta she was making.

"I've seen her cry a few times."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Once she lost one of her kids on the table. Wallace. Everyone in the damn hospital knew and loved that kid. He was real bright, real funny. Blondie cried her eyes out."

"That's sad."

"They had the same birthday. She hasn't celebrated hers since, I don't think."

Callie felt a twist of empathy in her gut. A small reminder that beneath it all, Arizona actually was still human and fallible. She felt guilty, all of a sudden, for ratting her out. Clearly Arizona cared very deeply for the kids in her care—maybe her persistence and stubbornness wasn't always a terrible thing. Maybe it came from a good place sometimes. Maybe. She still wasn't quite sure. Callie kept quiet as she added a squeeze of lemon juice to the creamy sauce in her pan. Mark continued.

"She's not all that bad, that's all I'm saying. I've actually never heard a bad thing about her until now, with you."

"Maybe you should date her. You seem awfully sweet on her." Callie quipped.

"Oh, trust me. I tried to get in her pants on my first day. Before I knew about the gay thing."

"Why does that not surprise me at all?"

"You're really not one to talk. You slept with her your first night in Seattle."

"Fair point." The brunette laughed a little at the mental image of Mark hitting on Arizona. "And how did it go for you?"

Mark pretended to shudder. "I only slightly feared for my life. She can be scary, I'll admit."

Callie laughed again, plating their dinner and sliding a plate in front of her best friend. She joined him at the bar, sitting side by side as they started to eat. "She's so hot when she's mad. I hate it."

Mark hid his smirk by chewing his food. "Seriously, what's stopping you guys from just banging it out? The whole hospital knows you want to."

Callie nearly choked on her bite of food. She coughed, reaching for her water to wash it down. "What? Please tell me you're joking. I moved specifically to not be at the center of hospital gossip anymore."

"I hate to tell you this, Cal, but it's pretty painfully obvious. You're an open book, for one. And you're both either eye fucking each other across the room or screaming in each other's faces."

Her face contorted into a scowl. "I hate her, Mark."

"No one said you have to like each other to have sex."

She watched her friend closely, eyes narrowing the slightest bit in contemplation. After a not insignificant stretch of silent consideration, she spoke. "You're a bit of a whore. You… know things."

"Indeed. Are you about to ask me for sex tips?"

"No! You've had sex with me, Mark. You know I don't need that."

"Want more practice then?"

She rolled her eyes, and he moved before she could land a punch to his arm, snickering in amusement. "Be serious for one minute."

"Fine. Ask."

Callie cleared her throat. "Hypothetically, how do you ask someone to be your…not-friend with benefits? What do you even call that? Foe with benefits? That sounds so stupid."

"You talk to her." Mark shrugged like it was obvious, talking with his mouth full. "And then you do a hell of a lot of not talking."

Callie mulled it over in her head. She wasn't sure she could stomach the smug look Arizona would surely get at the proposition. Or the idea of giving Arizona the power to reject her again. But all of the fighting without the fucking to get out her irritation was making her a bit crazy.

When Callie kept quiet, wrapped up with her incongruous thoughts, Mark prodded again. "Seriously, think of it as doing a favor to the rest of the hospital. Not everyone enjoys watching the weird lesbian foreplay as much as me."

"Stop calling it that." Callie glowered at him, stabbing a noodle with her fork. "I'll think about it."

Callie's decision was made for her about four days later. And that decision was a definite fuck no I don't want this woman within 50 feet of me ever again.

Because they were standing in a hallway screaming at each other, not even making it to a conference room this time, and Callie was reminded of just how nightmarish and pestilent the blonde really was. Rotten to her core, unbelievably stubborn with an incessant need to be right, to be the smartest in the room at all times. And Arizona was mean too, hateful words rolling off her tongue so easily, in a way that was so antithetical to her otherwise bubbly personality that it took Callie by surprise a little each time. She found it impossible to believe that Mark hadn't heard anything bad about her before. Callie was pretty sure she was the spawn of satan.

Their arguments were very quickly becoming somewhat legendary, often drawing the attention of other staff members who found their bickering entertaining. Not a day went by where they didn't find something to disagree about—if it wasn't over a mutual patient, it was which residents they wanted for the day or the OR schedule or whether or not the sky was blue. This argument, in particular, was enough to have the entire floor on edge, the tension in the hospital hallway thick enough to cut with a scalpel.

Arizona's face was red and it had creeped down to her chest, and Callie really wished she didn't have a top on so she could see just how far down that angry flush went. She really wished she could push her into the supply closet behind them and bend her over and make her shut the fuck up for once. It had been a little over a week since the bar bathroom, and Callie felt like she was going to crawl out of her own skin if she didn't have her way with her soon. It was getting unbearable and it pissed her off so much.

"Your approach is reckless, Callie," Arizona snapped, her blue eyes blazing with intensity. "This is a ten-year-old girl we're talking about, not some case you read about in a textbook."

Callie clenched her jaw, her dark eyes flashing with anger. "And your approach is overly cautious. We can't afford to wait and see if things get worse. We need to act now." She pressed her lips together, releasing a sharp breath through her nose. "And I haven't just read about it. I've done this surgery multiple times. Successfully each time, by the way, despite the fact that you're hell bent on undermining my talents as a surgeon. It's getting fucking ridiculous."

The patient in question was Holly, a bright and spirited young girl who had been admitted with a complex fracture in her femur. The injury was severe, and both surgeons clearly had strong opinions about the best course of action. Callie advocated for an aggressive surgical intervention, while Arizona preferred a more conservative treatment plan in this instance.

"You are not the one that has to deal with the long-term consequences if something goes wrong," Arizona continued, her voice rising even further. She had her arms crossed, but she lifted one hand to wave it around animatedly.

"And you're not the one who has to watch her in excruciating pain every day, knowing there's something we could do to help her right now," Callie retorted, her voice echoing down the hallway.

"That is enough, you two."

A stern, deep voice interrupted them, and both women fell silent immediately as their heads snapped to look at a very livid Richard Webber. Arizona paled a bit, shrinking where she stood.

"My office. Immediately."

He turned to head in that direction, leaving no room for discussion, and they followed him in silence, shooting furious glares at one another as if to say this is all your fault.

They sat side by side in front of his desk, and Callie watched the way Arizona started to fidget with the hem of her scrub top, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. She kind of looked like she was going to throw up. Callie had never seen her look so shaken before, so small. All of the confidence she normally had, immense enough to fill an entire room, seemed to have completely evaporated.

Callie's first instinct was to feel a pang of empathy for her. But it was quickly replaced by a sort of sick satisfaction at how disconcerted she was.

"Now," Richard's voice pulled her from her appraisal of the blonde next to her, and she turned her full attention to him. "Do either of you care to explain why two of my very best surgeons have been stomping around the hospital and screaming like petulant children for the past week?"

They both stayed quiet for a pained, tense few moments, neither wanting to be the one to speak first. Sensing that Arizona wasn't going to break the silence any time soon, Callie cleared her throat quietly. "I'm very sorry, sir. We were, um, having a disagreement about how to approach a patient."

"That was incredibly unprofessional and disruptive to the flow of this hospital, and I do not take kindly to that. Behaving like that where patients and staff can hear you is unacceptable. This isn't helping your patient, and it certainly isn't helping the rest of us. Do you understand me?"

Both women nodded, silent. Arizona still hadn't lifted her head, and Callie dared a quick glance at her. She was keeping her face low, hidden, but Callie's was pretty sure the corners of her eyes were scrunched a bit.

Richard cleared his throat, bringing her attention back to the matter at hand. "Torres, explain your approach."

Callie took a deep breath, trying to focus on the case rather than the all but cowering Arizona next to her. It was so weird, so unlike her, that it was mildly troubling. "I think immediate surgery is necessary. Holly's fracture is severe. If we don't stabilize it surgically, there's a high risk of permanent damage. We need to operate to ensure she has the best chance of a full recovery."

Richard nodded and turned to Arizona. "Robbins, why do you believe a more conservative approach is better?"

Arizona's voice was calm but shaking in a way Callie had never heard from her. Her eyes were still trained on the floor, like eye contact with the chief would have killed her on the spot. "Holly's young. Her body has an incredible capacity to heal on its own. Surgery carries risks, especially for someone her age and with her already compromised immune system. Her case is complicated. I just believe we should give her body a chance to heal naturally before we resort to invasive procedures." She shrugged one of her shoulders. "I've seen things go wrong so many times from similar cases. Infections. I don't want to put her through that if we don't have to."

Callie had to admit to herself that Arizona's passion and dedication to her patients were qualities that she secretly admired, even if they drove her crazy.

The room fell silent as Richard considered their arguments. "Both of you make compelling points," he said finally. "Torres, what if we start with a conservative approach and monitor her closely? If there's no significant improvement within a week, proceed with surgery. Can you two agree to that?"

Callie hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But only if we reassess her condition daily."

"Sounds super to me." Arizona's voice sounded weird, pained almost, and it made Callie furrow her brows a bit.

"Do not let something like this happen again. This is your final warning." His face softened the slightest bit. "You may go."

They got up to leave, awkward and quiet, and Richard spoke again just as Arizona reached the door. "Robbins, I do not want to see you back in this office any time soon. I'm disappointed with you this week. I know you're better than this."

"Yes, sir. I'm very sorry, sir."

It was only when they reached the hallway that Callie could see that Arizona was starting to cry. She had her back leaned against the wall as soon as the chief's door shut behind her, hiding her face in her hands as quiet sniffles filled the empty hallway between them.

Arizona felt the hot sting of tears welling up in her eyes, and she quickly turned away, not wanting Callie to see her like this. Crying in front of Callie, of all people, was the last thing she wanted. It was embarrassing, a sign of weakness she couldn't afford to show. She had always prided herself on her strength, her ability to keep her emotions in check, but the chief's stern reprimand just kept echoing in her ears over and over again.

Arizona wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself. The hallway felt suffocating, the silence oppressive. She could sense Callie watching her, and the thought made her chest tighten with a mix of shame and frustration.

As much as she hated the blonde, Callie really, really didn't like seeing her like this. It was unsettling seeing her so upset, and it made her chest hurt with a feeling she didn't really understand.

"Arizona…" Her voice was soft, tentative. She took a step closer, her expression a mixture of concern and awkwardness. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Arizona snapped, her voice harsher than she intended. She regretted it immediately but couldn't bring herself to apologize. Not now. Not when she felt so exposed. "This just… this just happens, okay? I was raised by a marine. I have slight authority issues. It's just a thing. No biggie." Her blue eyes looked at anything other than the brunette.

"Oh." Callie frowned, taking another hesitant step closer. "Do you want to talk about—"

"I said I'm fine, Callie," Arizona asserted, voice terse and definitive. She wiped at her cheeks again, pulling herself all the way back together with a deep breath. She willed her face back into a neutral but pleasant expression and offered a tight lipped, fake smile at Callie. Then she was pivoting on her heel and fleeing without another word, desperate to escape the stifling air between them.

"Sooo…Are we ever going to talk about it?"

Arizona blinked a bit, surprised when Alex's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "Talk about what?"

She couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. She was humiliated, both for getting in trouble again and for crying in front of Callie.

Arizona did not get in trouble. She had been a model student her entire life, never having been in a single detention, never earning anything less than an A. She spent her whole life actively avoiding trouble, trying to be as perfect as possible to please her strict father. She loved her dad more than pretty much anything, she had always been a daddy's girl, but he was terrifying when he was mad and had instilled in her a desperate need to avoid being reprimanded as a young girl. And here she was, in trouble twice in one week, and she wanted to kill Callie Torres with her bare hands.

As for Callie… God, she didn't even want to think about that. They hadn't raised their voices at each other once since yesterday, instead communicating in short, tense, monotone sentences and avoiding each other as much as possible. They expressed their hatred now with silent glares and subtle expressions that were so microscopic they would probably go undetected to outsiders.

It was so awkward. Arizona was pretty sure she preferred the fighting.

She sat in the cafeteria now with Alex, taking violent bites of banana laffy taffy instead of eating a proper lunch. She craved sugar when she was stressed. Her blue eyes were fixed on Callie as she sat across the room with Mark and, much to her dismay, Meredith and Cristina. The duo had taken a liking to Callie despite Arizona's unspoken war against her, the traitors.

That was a little dramatic and unfair, she knew. She hadn't exactly given anyone a reason not to like Callie. She hadn't told her friends a single thing, actually, and Callie could be likable when she wasn't being the worst person on earth. Arizona narrowed her eyes as she watched the whole table break into laughs, Callie's smile beautiful and radiant as she took a sip of her drink. Ugh.

"Hellooooo?" Alex waved his hand in front of her face, breaking her out of the pissed off trance she had slipped back into.

"Hmm?"

"Jesus, Robbins."

"What?"

"I asked if we were ever going to talk about why you hate Torres so much."

That finally caught her full attention and she turned to look at him, eyes narrowed just slightly. "She doesn't have a single redeeming quality. Seriously, what is there to like?"

Alex scoffed, shaking his head, clearly not believing her. "Not gonna work. I'm sick of all these tantrums. So talk."

Arizona pressed her lips together as she chewed her candy, a frustrated sigh escaping her. "She got me in trouble. Twice. Of course I hate her guts."

"Try again. You hated her before that. Like the second she got here."

Arizona rolled her eyes, growing more and more frustrated with his persistence. "I don't know what to tell you, Alex. She's just awful. Okay?"

"People are placing bets, you know."

"What?"

"On when you're gonna bang."

Arizona's jaw fell open in surprise, a slightly angry and incredulous laugh falling out of her mouth. "That's not funny."

"If you just hang on a few more days, I get 50 bucks."

"Alex!" She hissed, smacking his arm lightly. "What the hell?"

Alex just smirked, his mouth full of chili cheese fries as he spoke. "Oh come on. One, you're you. You sleep with every hot new girl, and Torres is hot." He shrugged like it was first grade math. "Two, you guys eye fuck each other constantly. It'd be kinda gross if you both weren't hot. But you're kinda like my sister so it's still gross."

Arizona rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat, crossing her arms. "Well all of you are going to lose."

"You really expect me to believe you don't want to tap that? She's hot. If you won't I will."

"You're all going to lose because we've already had sex. Twice." She paused for a second. "Well, a lot more than twice. But on two occasions."

Alex choked out a laugh, a grin spreading across his face that made Arizona want to hit him. "No shit? When?"

Arizona did a rough calculation in her head, shoulder shrugging. "Like two or three weeks ago was the first time, I think."

"She wasn't even here yet." At Arizona's raised eyebrow, Alex just chuckled. "Ahhh. Atta girl, boss. I still don't know why you hate her though. Why not keep her on your roster?" Alex knew better than anyone how good Arizona was at casual sex, at keeping things from getting messy and weird. The opposite of whatever this was.

Arizona sighed and ran a hand through her hair, twirling a strand of it by her ear. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek as she thought, finally deciding to answer honestly. "I really don't know. Things are just different with her." She was suddenly very grateful that Teddy was in surgery and missing this conversation. Her best friend was a hopeless romantic and would probably most definitely try and twist this into something it certainly was not. "It's seriously the best sex I've ever had. But she makes me so mad. I like her better when she takes off her clothes."

Alex's brows raised, surprised at the vulnerability from his boss, however minuscule. Arizona referring to anyone as different was definitely something to note. He opened his mouth to reply but they were interrupted by a voice behind them.

"Robbins! Good to see you here." Arizona turned her head to find Mark standing above them, grinning at her with what she was sure was meant to be a charming smile.

She was not charmed. She clenched her jaw then forced a tight smile, eyes crinkling a bit. "Hi Mark. Crazy running into you in the cafeteria where we work." She quipped.

Mark just chuckled, sliding into the seat across from her uninvited. "I like you, blondie. You've got some fire under the dimples."

"I appreciate that." Arizona cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. She was trying very hard to keep her face and tone pleasant, but it was feeling more strained by the second. "Is there something I can help with? Do you need a consult?"

"Oh no, nothing like that." He waved her off, eyeing her with a grin and a twinkle in his eye that was a little too mischievous for her liking. He looked like he was scheming. "I just wanted to invite you and your friends out with us tonight. We're going to karaoke. I hear Robbins is a big fan of karaoke!" He shot Alex a pleased smirk, and Arizona kind of felt like she had been kicked in the gut.

So Callie had told him about their night together, she guessed. She might've told their whole table. That might've been what they were laughing so hard about just a few minutes ago.

Arizona swallowed, trying to push down the feelings of hurt that were making her chest ache a bit. That memory, that night in general, had felt so special to her. Intimate. And Callie was telling people and laughing and probably making fun of her and she felt like she could throw up. She clenched her fists in her lap, anger and pure hatred flooding her.

Her first instinct was to go rigid and tell Mark to go fuck himself.

Instead, she plastered her best smile on her face, deep dimples appearing, and kept her tone as sweet and excited as possible. She would not let anyone see that they had gotten under her skin, especially not Mark Sloan of all people. "Sounds fun! We'll be there."

A/N: thank you so much for reading, as always! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know your thoughts (Pretty pleaseeee I'm so nice and funny and cool)

P.S. My first week of school kicked my ass I am so tired lol so I truly apologize if there's any editing errors I didn't catch!