"Gabriel look!" Sombra called as she skipped down the hall with a new costume in hand. It was red with white stripes down the leg.
"I told you not to call me that!" He groaned, he was sitting at a table completely alone with a cup of coffee sitting before him. He didn't drink it however, it appeared cold and Sombra had no idea anyway how he would drink anything while wearing that beloved mask of his.
"How come? Triggers some old memories?"
He slammed his fist onto the table. "No one here goes digging into your past, Sombra, drop it!"
"Not that anyone here actually cares." Widowmaker strutted into the room, eyeing Sombra's peppermint costume with angst.
"At least I'm not blue." Sombra spat, she ran her nails over the soft fabric. It was durable and had a heavy feel to it.
"At least I'm not a nuisance to the team." Widow shot back, wearing a smirk on her face that Sombra deeply despised. At least Sombra did more than headshot targets, she infiltrated numerous facilities and turned off their security while helping the team progress. Sometimes she even had to go as far as finishing the target off herself in case things went wrong, and they seldom went wrong. Despite the incident with Katya Volskaya, but Sombra needed her for another one of her secret endeavors. Finding the elusive Iris, whom she had stumbled upon once when she was an adolescent.
"Did you get yours?" She asked Reaper, ignoring Widows retort.
"Yes." He sighed. "I'm not wearing it now though."
"It's the holidays, be a little festive!"
"I'm drinking coffee."
Widow and Sombra shared concerned looks. Sombra had no idea what coffee had to do with the holidays, but if that was Reaper's way of celebrating, then who was she to judge?
With a sigh, Sombra left to her room. She locked herself up in her bathroom and started to dye the pink tips of her hair red. Just a little something to represent the holidays a little more, and she desperately wanted to try something new. Somewhere in the cabinets she had her stash of contacts ready to be opened, green would be a suiting color.
An hour later, her tips were dyed and contacts popped in. She turned on her spyware account and stalked the Overwatch members, they appeared happy. The girls were in their rooms painting each other's nails, while the elders were in the kitchen discussing mundane topics. Sombra kept flipping through channels until she found someone who caught her interest. He was around other guys, and they seemed to be arguing playfully at most. His name was Jesse Mcree, Sombra stalked many people in Overwatch but Jesse was interesting; he always had his connections with the other members since he was young and Reaper knew him. Sombra believed he went by the name Joel at one point and wanted to find out more, but for now she was content watching the guys bicker.
Jesse went to a coffee shop every Saturday morning, he took a bus there and then took the bus back home. From there he'd either stay at Gibraltar with the rest of the team or he'd take a bus back to the city. He didn't do much but walk around, Sombra found it odd. She figured that there wasn't much the members could do without drawing too much attention to themselves.
He definitely seemed to be hiding something, and even with all the hacks and control she had over his devices she still couldn't figure him out. A scruffy and masculine man like him was bound to pull many women or men to his side, but he flirted with no one, didn't all to anyone besides the teammates within the walls of Gibraltar.
Sombra tapped her lips with her nails, and logged off the computer. Staring at the screen for so long through her heavy green contacts caused her eyes to weaken, she blinked numerous times until the contacts were in a comfortable location and added some eye drops. She was going to pay a visit to the coffee shop today, since Talon didn't need her or anyone at the moment. She put on a casual outfit, jeans and purple t-shirt with a black sweater on top, and she slipped on her boots. She almost walked out with her gauntlets on, they were like a second computer for her and manifested purple images or more information at the touch of her hand. But she couldn't walk out with that on, it would be too different and people would ask or show interest. Maybe even rob her, and Sombra couldn't risk that without a gun and definitely not something worth the hassle in public.
Even though Sombra had been going to the coffee shop for weeks ahead of time, she learned the place really well and the employees there just to keep an eye on Jesse. He grew predictable, but still held an air of mystery. He'd maneuver his way through the line and order a hot cup of coffee, then go to the table and add a little milk with sugar. He liked to sit at a table in the back corner, when it was empty, but if it wasn't he'd just leave. Sombra would sit on the opposite side watching, and wondering what went through the man's head even though his actions were so predictable.
Today, she went to the coffee shop. A blonde chick by the name Stacie was working the cash register, she had a boyfriend but she was cheating on him with his best friend unfortunately. Sombra studied this girl for the past few weeks and used her to get free drinks since then after she brought up the scandal. Stacie was very much against giving out free drinks, but the threat of exposing the truth always prevailed and Sombra never had to spend a penny on anything.
It was 8:56, Jesse normally came in at 9am. Sombra's chest was tight, her breathing felt shallow and she found herself yawning repeatedly just to take in a deep breath. Today was the day that she would make her move. She predicted Jesse's every move in advance, but was doubting it all. What if he didn't even show up, or what if he didn't follow the routine she studied and adjusted to? What if he did follow everything she predicted? But then what? This wasn't the same as blackmailing someone into being her "friend," this was a man who was one of the good guys, and despite being so predictable and laidback he still managed to keep his life a secret from the online world even with her cameras tracking him all over. Sombra wasn't sure how to start a conversation, unless it started with her having dirty information on the person and using that to get what she wanted.
But to her angst, he walked inside the shop. His boots clicked against the solid ground, and he kept his gaze on the cashier, hands in pocket. A few people, Stacie included, marveled at his robotic hand but asked nothing of it.
He was going to order hot coffee and make his way to the table to add more ingredients. Sombra predicted, and she was going to meet him there.
Slowly, she got up from the table right as Jesse finished ordering and made her way towards the counter with meaningless, slow, and heavy steps. She had nothing to go over there for, she didn't buy a drink.
Just grab some napkins, she thought.
She was right behind him, he had an earthy smell to him like burning wood on a winter night. His back was towards her, and he seemed so much broader than on camera. He towered over her, casually adding the sugar to his drink.
Just bump into him, she thought. Like those stupid novelas she used to watch growing up.
Jesse turned around and almost did bump into her, they were a few inches apart. He gave her a curious look, raised one eyebrow as if he was trying to figure out what he was viewing. "Whoa there," Jesse gripped his cup tighter. "A lil closer and I would've spilt this stuff all over you."
"Sorry, I was trying to get some napkins." She reached around him to grab some, and he casually walked away without saying anything else.
Shit, Sombra thought. The pressure in her cheeks started to hurt, and she realized she was smiling the whole time. Was it possible that she was smiling at him, wide eyed and teeth showing, as soon as he turned around? That would explain the weird look. When she turned around, he was leaving the shop, she dumped the napkins onto the counter and darted out of the doors after him. But he disappeared through throng of civilians.
I'll get him next time, Sombra thought as she kicked the cement with the toe of her left boot.
