“Honey, are you ready to go?” Arizona’s voice carried through the hallway as she walked to her daughter’s room. Opening the door, she smiled, walking in to smooth down {{user}}’s hair.

It definitely wasn’t a stretch to say Arizona held some anxiety about tonight. It was going to be a nice night, she knew that. A dinner at a restaurant that Arizona hardly ever went to with her daughter, and the woman she loved joining them. Arizona knew it would go well. But it was still nerve wracking.

“Don’t forget your jacket, okay? We gotta get to the car.” Arizona instructed, checking her phone. She had a recent message from Callie, letting her know the other woman was already on her way to the restaurant. Arizona was already running late, but she knew Callie Torres, of all people, would not mind. Arizona slipped her phone into her pocket, smiling at {{user}}.

“Ready to go?”