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Callie put her tray down on the picnic table, causing the faded parasol to rattle in it’s circular holder as she slipped in between the bench and the table, taking a seat next to Addison. Addison Montgomery had finally come back to Seattle to visit, after leaving last year.
“So, the cafeteria hasn’t gotten any cheaper then.” Deadpanned the redhead, pushing her glasses up so that they were perched amongst her perfect fiery locks.
Callie laughed dryly, picking at the greasy fries in the takeout box. “I don’t mind the research funding that comes from it.” She shrugged.
Addison raised her eyebrows, bringing the wooden fork to her mouth. “I’ve got a case with a Doctor Robbins. Do you know them?” Addison asked.
Callie choked on her fry, spluttering as crimson rode high on her cheeks as her heart skipped a beat at the mention of the Peds surgeon’s name “Yeah. Yeah. She’s great.. Arizona – Doctor Robbins.” She wanted to kick herself under the table. Act cool, Calliope, she reminded herself.
“She?” Addison repeated thoughtfully. “That’s good. Good to see more female surgeons. Is she good?”
“Yeah, she.” Callie repeated, flustered. “She’s good. Very good. Gorgeous hair.. and eyes. Great eyes.”
“I meant in terms of surgical skills.” Addison said, amused.
“Oh.” Callie blinked. “I mean Peds and Ortho.. different universes. But I’ve heard she’s a good surgeon. John Hopkins."
"Hopkins, not bad.” Addison contemplated, picking at her salad.
“No, not bad at all. She’s not bad at all.” Callie stuttered. She literally wanted to melt into the ground and evaporate.
There was a brief silence before Addison put her fork down. “Are you speaking the Vagina Monologues, Callie?” She said slowly, turning to face Callie.
Callie almost choked again. “What? No. No, no way.” She said. Instead of stopping there, she chose to ramble: “I mean, I know I slept with Erica and all but that doesn’t make me… I don’t like Arizona, not like that. No, I’m straight, I loved George.”
Too late.
“Erica? As in Erica Hahn?” Addison said, looking up from her fork. A smile played on her lips, almost knowing as her gaze searched her friends.
“Fuck. I didn’t mean to mention all that. It was just a fling. Just a fling.” Callie said, hurriedly stuffing fries into her mouth.
“Callie, this is great.” Addison said gently, her tone sincere.
Callie didn’t look up from her fries to meet the redhead’s gaze. “Not if your my dad, it’s not.” She mumbled.
“Screw your dad. Erica seemed great. And if this Robbins girl is as great as you say she is, I think you’re gonna be a fantastic fit. You deserve this, Torres.” Addison said encouragingly. “Besides, you won’t have to run around after somebody’s emotionally immature son.” She added.
Callie let out a quiet huff of laughter. “You’re not wrong there. It’s just.. a lot.” She concluded.
“I bet.” Addison acknowledged. “But even if people are assholes at first, you’re always going to be more secure in living your truth then you would be living society’s prepositioned idea about your truth.” She said wisely.
“It feels good to get it off my chest.” Callie admitted.
“That’s what I’m here for, Callie. Even if it is to accidentally confess to me.” Addison said warmly.
“Tell me anything you find out about Arizona. Girl code or something.” Callie added quickly.