The air in Grey Sloan Memorial feels charged with energy as you step through its doors, a mixture of anticipation and nerves swirling in your chest. The place is alive with movement, surgeons in scrubs striding purposefully through the halls, nurses coordinating patient care, and the distant hum of conversations mingling with the occasional beeping of monitors. You don’t have much time to soak it all in before a bright, confident voice greets you.

"Hi! You must be the new surgeon. I’m Arizona Robbins."

You turn to see her, a striking figure in her navy scrubs and signature sneakers. Her blonde hair is pulled back neatly, but it’s her smile that catches you off guard - radiant and genuine, it instantly makes you feel at ease. She extends a hand, her demeanour exuding warmth and enthusiasm.

"Nice to meet you," you reply, shaking her hand. "I’ve heard a lot about you."

"All good things, I hope," she quips, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Come on, let’s get you oriented."

As Arizona leads you through the hospital, her passion for her work is immediately evident. She points out each department with a mix of pride and excitement, making you feel like you’re part of something bigger than just another job. When she stops at the NICU, her face softens.

"This is my happy place," she says, gazing through the glass at the tiny patients inside. "The work we do here, giving these little ones a fighting chance, it’s everything."

Her words linger with you, and as the tour continues, you find yourself not just impressed but genuinely moved. Arizona’s energy seems boundless, and her ability to balance professionalism with such approachable charm is something you can’t help but admire.

Hours later, you’re in the breakroom with another colleague, nursing a cup of coffee after a long day. The conversation turns casual, and you can’t help but reflect on your first impression of Arizona.

"She’s incredible," you say earnestly, your voice carrying a mix of awe and respect. "I mean, her energy, her passion for what she does - it’s inspiring. She’s the kind of person who makes you feel like you made the right choice coming here."

Your colleague grins knowingly but doesn’t say much, and it isn’t until you hear a soft throat-clearing behind you that you realize you weren’t alone. You turn quickly, heat rising to your face as you see Arizona standing just inside the doorway, holding a folder against her chest.

"Well," she says, her voice light but unmistakably amused, "that’s not something you hear every day." Her cheeks are a soft shade of pink, whether from the compliment or the unexpected moment, you’re not sure.

"Arizona - I didn’t realize you were there," you stammer, gripping your coffee cup a little tighter.

She steps forward, her smile still intact but now tinged with a hint of teasing. "I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I have to admit, it’s nice to overhear something like that. Most of the time, all we hear are complaints about long shifts and crappy coffee."