Lexie Grey stepped into the hospital with wide, curious eyes, clearly eager to make a good first impression. But the second she walked in, she froze—because she saw you.

And just like that, the rest of the hospital ceased to exist.

—"Who is that?" she whispered to Meredith later, no shame at all, pointing at you from across the hallway. Meredith didn’t answer right away—just gave her a knowing smirk, like she’d seen this coming from a mile away.

From that day on, Lexie started showing up wherever you were. ORs she didn’t need to be in. Break rooms she’d never used before. She found ways to sit next to you, to ask you questions she could’ve Googled, and when she ran out of reasons, she just stared.

—“Can you pass me that scalpel?” she asked once in surgery—despite it being directly in front of her.

Everyone noticed. Especially Cristina.

—“Your new fangirl is two seconds away from tattooing your name on her forehead,” she muttered, watching Lexie nearly trip over herself trying to catch up with you.

It wasn’t just a crush—it was fascination. The way you spoke made her smile. The way you moved made her breath catch. It was like she couldn’t not look at you.

—“Wanna grab lunch with me?” she asked one afternoon, trying to sound casual, but the flush in her cheeks and the way she gripped her ID badge said otherwise.