Sparks In Scrubs | Arizona Robbins X Reader

Joe's Bar

**Y/N's Perspective**

After landing in Seattle that evening, the city greeted me with its typical overcast skies and a light drizzle. My brother, who had been living here for years, always raved about the place and had often mentioned a bar called Joe's. He said it was the perfect spot to unwind and meet interesting people.

With my brother out of town for work, I decided to check out Joe's Bar myself. After putting my suitcase into my new apartment, which I have been decorating before officially moving in and freshening up, I hailed a cab and arrived at Joe's around 8 PM. The neon sign buzzed softly, welcoming me into its warm, inviting interior. The first step inside filled me with a sense of comfort-the clink of glasses and hum of conversation created a soothing backdrop as I made my way to the bar and took a seat.

"Rum and Coke, please," I told the bartender, Joe, who gave me a friendly nod and went to work on my drink. The first sip was soothing, taking the edge off my anxiety about starting my new job at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital tomorrow. I let my gaze wander around the room, and that's when I saw her.

A beautiful blonde woman was sitting on the other side of the bar, casually sipping her drink while glancing my way. Our eyes met for a moment longer than a casual glance, and my heart skipped a beat. Should I approach her? The thought made my palms sweat, but I felt a strange pull, a need to connect.

Downing the rest of my drink for courage, I stood up and walked over to her. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's more than okay."

I sat down and signalled to Joe. "Two mojitos, please."

Joe nodded, and I turned my attention back to the blonde. "I'm Y/N," I said, extending my hand.

"Arizona Robbins," she replied, shaking my hand. Her grip was firm yet gentle, and I couldn't help but notice how soft her skin was.

"That's a very beautiful name," I said, meaning every word. There was something about her that was both captivating and comforting.

Joe brought over the drinks, placing them in front of us with a cheerful. "Enjoy."

We clinked our glasses together, and I took a sip, feeling the cool, refreshing taste of the mojito. "So, Arizona, what brings you to Joe's tonight?"

She smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just needed a break from the day-to-day grind. You?"

I chuckled, feeling more relaxed with each passing second. "I'm starting a new job in Seattle tomorrow. Thought I'd unwind a bit before the big day."

Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really? What kind of job?"

"Let's just say it's in a high-pressure field," I replied with a grin. I didn't want to dive into specifics. Not tonight.

She laughed, a light and musical sound. "Sounds intriguing."

The night continued with laughter and easy conversation, the initial anxiety I felt melting away with every story we shared. There was an undeniable connection between us, something that felt both exciting and comforting.

About an hour into talking with Arizona, the alcohol had kicked in, making everything seem lighter and more carefree. We found ourselves on the dance floor, dancing our hearts out to the beat of the music. Arizona's massive smile and silky blonde hair caught the light as she moved, and I couldn't shake the feeling of how beautiful she looked.

As we danced, I realized how much fun I was having, forgetting about my nerves for tomorrow's big day. But the clock soon struck 11 PM, and a wave of anxiety washed over me. I didn't want to be late for my new job at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. Reluctantly, I excused myself from the dance floor and stepped aside to call a cab.