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The night is filled with a warm Seattle summer breeze when Arizona and Amelia reunite at Greys Sloan Memorial. Throughout the day, the two of them have glanced at each other in hallways and exchanged subtle touches in the OR, neither of them daring to take it a step further.
They were always like this, Arizona thinks as she makes her way through the hospital towards the exit.
They were never good at talking. Feeling only. For a brief second she lets herself wonder what her life might have been like if they ever would have talked about it. She would have never met Joanne. Or Callie. Or Eliza, or Carina. And yet, it always somehow comes back to the very first girl she loved.
She shakes that feeling off though. No use in reminiscing now. That is until-
“Arizona! Wait up!” Arizona doesn’t have to turn around to know who it is. She’d recognise that voice in a crowd of millions. A small smile creeps onto her face as she stops and spins around slowly.
And surely, there is Amelia.
With a grin just as big as the one Arizona is wearing.
Amelia slows down her jog and comes to a stop mere inches from Arizona. The two of them stare into each other’s eyes for a good minute until Amelia coughs, just to break the silence.
And the tension, Arizona thinks.
Amelia smiles back up at her. “I haven’t seen you in years,” she explains with a soft voice, “So, I thought I’d ask you to get drinks with me.”
Arizona is not entirely sure what to think. The last time they tried this after Herman’s surgery they had ended up in her bed, tangled in the bedsheets and entirely too sweaty for how cold it had been in Seattle at that time. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed that though. She was just a bit tired of fucking Amelia and nothing coming out of it, whether it be at Hopkins or at Greys Sloan circa 2014.
She does love Amelia though. She has for over 20 years.
So she says yes.
-
After a rough, awkward start at the bar they chose to go to, Arizona opens up to the idea that maybe this could be fun. She could be casual about it.
“Still no drinking huh,” Arizona remarks as Amelia orders a Ginger Ale.
Amelia smiles. “I have come too far,” she says, “I don’t ever want to risk going back there.”
Arizona gives her a sympathetic smile, before covering Amelia’s hand with her own.
“For what it’s worth, I am proud of you.” She replies. Amelia smiles back at her with a raised eyebrow and Arizona can practically feel her cheeks burning up. And her hand. Which is still on Amelia’s.
She snatches it off, much to Amelia’s dismay. Her brows furrow and she takes back her own hand ever so slowly. She takes a second to get over her disappointment before turning her attention back to Arizona.
“How is it going with your love life?” Amelia asks her right as she is taking a sip of her overpriced glass of white wine. Arizona nearly chokes, breaking into a coughing fit.
Amelia grins at her for a second because this is her Arizona, with her awkward giggles and her white wine and her heart eyes when she looks back at Amelia. Then she realizes Arizona is still coughing, and puts a comforting hand on her back.
“Are you alright?” Amelia askes in a concerned voice.
“Yeah- yeah totally fine,” Arizona replies through her coughs, “Just taken by surprise, that’s all.”
After she has collected herself and her thoughts, Arizona takes a deep breath.
“Nothing much going on right now,” she explains, before thinking back and correcting herself. “Actually, since I have last talked to you I have had a divorce, got ghosted by my girlfriend who was hated by the entire hospital, and I got a hot Italian girlfriend who broke up with me over my daughter.” She rambles.
Amelia giggles “You sure do have a type.” She teases.
“Brunettes?”
“Bilinguals”
They look at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter, nearly kicking over the wine and ginger ale in their flailing.
After they have calmed down a bit and ordered their next drinks (a mojito and a sprite), Amelia leans on her hand to look back at Arizona.
“What?” Arizona replies, uncertainty evident in her voice.
Amelia smiles. “I fit the type.”
Arizona’s eyes go wide before she plants her hands over her face.
“Oh my god you do.”
“Pourquoi serait-ce une mauvaise chose?” Amelia teases.
“Amelia-”
“Je ne pense pas que ce soit mauvais,” Amelia continues, “je pense que c’est bien. Est-ce que ça veut dire que tu veux sortir avec moi?”
“Seriously if you keep that up I might have to take you home right now.”
“Okay.”
Arizona’s eyes go wide.
Amelia smiles. And so does Arizona, albeit hesitantly.
“Amelia, I’ve loved many girls before in my life,” Arizona starts, taking Amelia’s hand for real this time, “but I think you might be my favorite.”
Amelia tears up before leaning in and kissing Arizona. Not quick and messy and needy like they are used to. No, slowly and lovingly, like Arizona deserves.
As she pulls back, Amelia gives her a soft peck before replying.
“I think you might be my favorite too.”