WATCHPOINT: Gibraltar

It comes as no surprise that the first thing Hana wants to see is the sea.

And so she stands, on the wet edge of the world, with foam washing over her bare ankles as the waves crash against the shoreline. The calming sound of the sea wraps itself around their ears and Angela watches with boundless joy as Hana beholds the vast unknown with curious eyes and a smile wide enough to hurt her cheeks. "This is so cool!" she says, practically bursting with excitement. "You can actually see Africa from here!"

Angela smiles fondly as Hana tilts her head back and closes her eyes, arms stretched out. She breathes in the pleasantly warm beach air, the breeze ruffling her hair. She is beautiful, in such a vibrant way. It makes Angela think of summer night carnivals — of things like fireworks and colorful Ferris wheels under bright starry skies.

Hana turns to her then; lips quirked up in a lopsided smile as she says, "I think I'll definitely like it here."

"I haven't even shown you around the base yet," Angela chuckles, patting the sand beside her.

Hana skips her way back to Angela's side, a happy, eager bounce in each step. She sits down, unrolls her pants all the way down her legs and thrusts her feet back into her rubber slippers. Then her gaze turns to find Angela's. "Yeah, but I've seen enough already to know that I'll like it here," she says and her lips spread into a full smile that makes Angela's heart instantly melt on the spot.

Angela can't help but smile, too. In the months before Hana got here, life moved forward at an excruciatingly slow pace – more or less, that's how it felt. It's only now, with Hana here by her side, at last, that everything is finally starting to fall back into place. And they settle into the familiar rhythm of being together again with such ease that it seems almost like a dream – as though no time has passed at all.

Angela reaches out and brushes a few wild strands of hair back from Hana's face. She tucks them behind Hana's ear and strokes her cheek lovingly as her eyes trace the angles of Hana's face. From her lashes to her lips, from her brows to her chin, attentive and reverent, Angela has every feature, every expression memorized.

She lets her thumb brush over the corner of Hana's mouth as she leans in to give her a sweet peck on the lips.

When she pulls back, Hana's nose wrinkles a little. It's positively adorable, really, how she keeps her eyes closed and pouts her lips, like she's expecting more. Angela feels laughter bubbling up in her chest and an easy chuckle slips free as she eases in once more and presses the sound to Hana's lips. She lets it hum between them like the thrilling, nervous energy of a new beginning before she pulls back, slowly.

"We should probably get going, what do you say?" Angela murmurs, slipping her fingers into Hana's hair to scratch lightly at the nape of her neck.

"Hmm?" Hana mumbles lazily in response. She sounds dreamy and distant, and it's a real struggle for Angela to not just kiss her again, though it'll really have to wait. For now. Angela's smile lingers as she brings her palm to rest against the center of Hana's chest, beckoning her with a gentle tap and a nod to take a peek behind her.

Hana turns to look over her shoulder, following Angela's line of sight until she spots Lena in the distance, waving energetically with both of her arms up in the air, and a sigh escapes Hana's lips when she realizes what Angela's implying. "I guess we have to keep it on the down-low, huh?"

"For now," Angela tells her as she pushes up onto her feet and slaps the sand off her pants. "Do you want us to tell them?"

Hana shrugs as a warm breeze stirs the sand at their feet. She bends forward a little to pick up a seashell, blows on it and holds it in the palm of her hand, observing it with interest. She tilts her head to the side and seems to be considering the question for a moment. Then she closes her fingers around the shell and drags her eyes back up to Angela's face so that they're looking at one another when she says, "To be honest I kind of want to, but, I mean, it's your call. You know them better than I do."

Angela nods, pondering for a beat or two. "Well, they are bound to find out eventually, anyhow… but it's for the better if we get to choose when and how to tell them rather than having them accidentally find out, don't you think?"

Hana gives her a nod of approval accompanied by a smile and Angela relaxes altogether. She's thankful for the fact that Hana seems to have a firm understanding of the situation. She holds out a hand to help her up but instead, Hana takes it as a cue to give Angela the shell to hold onto. Angela chuckles and tucks it into her already full pocket. They might be able to make two bracelets of seashells with all the ones they've picked so far. They should, in fact. She's sure Hana would love to. "But, first things first…" Angela taps a finger to her chin, with a thoughtful hum and a teasing glint in her eyes. "Well, we have to see if you truly have what it takes to join Overwatch, after all, don't we?"

Hana springs to her feet, with wide eyes. She blurts out, "Wait, you guys have, like, try-outs and stuff?"

Angela tries to stifle a giggle. "Maybe," she taunts. "Why? Are you nervous?"

"As if!" Hana scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as though to protect her threatened ego. "Bring it on!" She grins, eyes afire with smug confidence, and Angela tries hard to resist the urge to kiss her because Lena has almost caught up to them and Angela is the one who's just said how this wouldn't be the wisest way to come clean about their relationship.

Truthfully, she is not even quite certain yet of how exactly they should go about it but they'll figure it out, surely. Together.

"Hey guys!" Lena beams as she waves them over. "Winston says he's got this thing he wants to show us! C'mon, hurry up!"

Lena looks as impatient as she sounds so they nod and decide to not keep her waiting any longer.

They follow her back to the base, falling just a few steps behind as Lena sprints slightly ahead. Hana bumps Angela's hip playfully and she smirks when she grabs Angela by the sleeve to pull her closer. "By the way, you owe me a flight, doctor," Hana whispers discreetly, close to Angela's ear. And when she pulls back, she gives Angela this adorably expectant look that's simply impossible to turn down.

Angela quirks an amused brow. Not that she intended on refusing, either way. She smiles as she glances up, blinking at the bright sunshine. She watches the clouds slowly drift by across the afternoon sky and says, "Of course."

After all, they have a brand new horizon of possibilities to explore.