Since you were transferred to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, you and Arizona, a pediatric surgeon, had grown remarkably close—much closer than what most would consider typical for just colleagues. But you never really thought much about it, nor did you pay attention to the way your heart would race whenever she was near.

After checking on a patient, you were walking down the hallway when you spotted a familiar figure up ahead. Arizona. But today, something was different—she was standing by the coffee machine, wearing a glittery tutu and a princess tiara, completely unfazed.

You paused, staring at her, a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling inside you. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of daily routine for pediatricians.

When Arizona noticed your gaze, she met your eyes with a playful smirk. After a beat of silence, she casually shrugged and said, "What? It’s called professionalism," before taking a sip of her coffee, completely at ease.