"Yeah very funny Mr. Shen, I'll be over within half an hour to pick it up, make sure to put two sets of utensils in there for me." John chuckled, he'd been friends with Roy Shen for most of his time in London, finding the familiar taste of Chinese food to remind him of his home in America. Hanging up the phone, John walked over to his closet, sliding his arms into his jacket before pulling it tightly on himself. The olive-green shade wasn't too eye-catching, nor were the standard military patches sewn onto the arms of the jacket. The one key feature of this jacket was the logo that took up most of the back, it was a graphic of a flag, although the wear on the jacket had removed most of the detail, a careful eye could still make out the remnants of red, white, and blue. Although he would never tell anyone of this, there was a small Overwatch seal sewn onto the inside of the jacket, located just behind the left breast pocket. I wonder if she's ready yet, John thought as he sat down on the couch. "Lena, are you about ready? We've got 30 minutes to get the food." John shouted into the back of his flat.

"Yeah luv, just putting on my jacket now!" Her voice echoed off the bathroom walls and into the flat. She emerged wearing black jeans with some rips around the knees, a pair of white canvas shoes, and an orange t-shirt with Big Ben placed in the center. On top of her shirt was her familiar brown bomber jacket, with an English flag sewn onto the right shoulder along with a black strap around the collar. She was zipping the jacket up over the device she wore on her chest, and although it made the jacket look bulky and out of place, you wouldn't be able to tell what was underneath unless you were looking for it. Her hair was styled into the familiar spikes that John had seen the night before, it appears subtlety wasn't her greatest strength. John began to chuckle, "Something funny, luv?" Tracer asked.

"Nothing, I just wasn't expecting you to be wearing most of your uniform when we're trying to keep a low profile." Failing to stifle his laughter as her gaze moved to him.

"We're only grabbing dinner and coming back, I don't think that anyone'll recognize me! There's hardly anyone out right now!" Tracer shot back. "Besides, I think I look pretty good!"

Hardly anyone out? John's eyes shot to the clock on the wall, it was already 6:30, and they only had about 15 minutes to grab their food before it would begin to get cold. Superior Wok was a 10-minute walk from John's flat, but they'd have to hurry to be safe. People in John's neighborhood were off the streets early, though it was due to a mix between an elderly population and the relatively frequent crimes in the surrounding area, though he had tried to do something about the latter. It was fine to be out at night provided you looked intimidating enough, something that John had gotten quite accustomed to living in London. "Shit, we gotta get going if we want to make it to get our food on time!"

"Some takeout place if they don't hold your order after a certain amount of time!" Tracer chimed.

"It's not that they don't hold it, it's just so much better when it's hot, wouldn't want you to have bad takeout on your first night here." John chuckled, as Tracer shot a smile back towards him as they both made their way outside. The streets were still wet from the rain the night before, as several cars hovered past John thought to himself, I miss the sound of tires on the rain, it was strangely calming.

"Hey luv, I have an idea, why don't we race to the food?" Tracer's idea caught John off guard, unaware that he would be racing someone with the power to blink ahead in space. "That is, unless you're afraid of losin' to a girl?"

"No, no, no, let's just set some ground rules. No cheating, that includes climbing over walls or using your powers for an advantage, this is going to be a fair race" John stammered.

Lena's giggle pushed John's nervousness away, "Alright, it's a deal! We'll go on three!"

"1,"

"2,"

"3!"

Both Lena and John shot off the curb with surprising speed, his service with Overwatch had made sure that he was, at the very least, in good shape. John's confidence in his speed fell apart as Lena began to take the lead from him, her lighter form certainly helping her run by him. As they rounded the corner of the street that the restaurant was on Lena took a turn with startling speed. Her cool demeanor seemed to fade away as her foot stepped into a puddle just before the turn, and she began to fall to the ground. John, not terribly far behind increased his pace and slid towards her, preparing to catch her to prevent her from slamming into the concrete path. Well, I guess I'll be doing laundry again soon, John thought as his jeans and jacket became soaked in water. Lena landed on John's chest with a grunt, surprised that she landed on someone rather than the ground. She's surprisingly light, John mused as Lena sat on his chest, I expected that thing on her chest to weigh a ton.

"Thanks, luv!" Tracer chimed as she glanced at the man below her, a slight blush tinging her cheeks.

"Don't worry about it!" John laughed as he felt redness begin to reach his face. The two of them quickly stood up, chuckling about the ordeal, though mostly to distract from their mutual blushing. "Our food is just around the corner; we'll grab it and then walk home." John chuckled as he futilely tried to shake some of the water out of his jacket.

"Aye, aye!" Lena responded, walking next to John as they entered the small Chinese restaurant.

"Hey Mr. Shen, I'm here to pick up my food!" John shouted towards the back of the restaurant. A middle-aged man of Chinese descent with short black hair and a collared shirt appeared from the room, carrying two bags labeled with the Superior Wok logo.

"Glad to see you got it while it's hot!" Replied the man, his face bearing a grin as he made his way to the front. "And is this who you're sharing your meal with?" He nodded his head towards Lena.

"Oh, right, Mr. Shen this is Lena, she's a friend of mine who'll be staying with me for a couple nights. Lena, this is Mr. Shen, the best Chinese cook in all of London." Mr. Shen beamed with pride as John spoke, clearly these accolades were not without merit.

"Pleasure to meet you sir!" Lena replied, meeting Shen's grin with one of her own. "I hope your food is as good as he says it is!"

"Oh, I assure you it is the finest Chinese cuisine you'll find, every dish I make is a labor of love!" Bellowed Mr. Shen, his jowls bouncing as he let out a hearty laugh.

"Well then what do I owe this time, Shen?" John inquired, reaching into his wet pockets for his wallet.

"Consider this on the house my boy, I'm glad to see you're finally spending time with someone!" Shen again laughed, he had a similar ability to that of Lena, bringing down all tension with his energy.

John blushed as he grabbed the bags from Shen. "Thanks again, have a good night Shen!" John shouted as he and Lena exited the restaurant, Shen waved until they were out of sight.

"He seems nice, really jolly guy" Lena spoke, breaking the silence of the streets.

"Yeah, he's the best. I've known him since I moved here, we're basically like family." John replied, his thoughts turning to that of his own family, or lack thereof. "Let's get back home and dig into this!" Lena nodded as the two of them walked towards John's flat.