As Angela was walking towards the reception, going down a flight of stairs with the elegance of a gazelle,she happened to bump into none other than Reinhardt and torbjörn who were deep in conversation about something that she couldn't pick up on, and they were so preoccupied with said conversation that they almost collided with the small, frail looking medic. Reinhardt managed to hold his arm out to stop the Swedish mechanic from bumping into the young woman, who he couldn't not smile at as she looked like she wasn't heading towards the lab, for once. "ah, Angela! Where are you of to? I hope it iz ze date with ze strike commander, he did look like he was going somewhere special..." His booming voice had a excited tone about it, and Angela couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"why does everyone believe zat jack wants to date me? I mean I am just ze medic, I am not some model or actress and I'm pretty sure he dislikes workplace dating..." She looked at the duo before her and couldn't help but smile, they really were quite a funny pair, one of the tallest people in existence alongside one of the shortest men she had ever seen, sure both were of similar age but their height difference really was... cute as her mind put it.

"oh rubbish Angela, trust me, he likes you or he wouldn't put on that cologne he got from his dad as a Christmas present... He told me that by the way" torbjörn blurted out, not able to see how Angela could say such things about herself." And besides, your not just a medic, your also a model and a actress and one of the greatest women to ever walk this earth, so he would be lucky to even have you look at him, yet alone want to have his-"

"ah zat is ze end of zis conversation, right torb?" Reinhardt intervened before torbjörn could finish, but not without giving the Swede a glare and a jab to the ribs before softening his gaze as he looked at Angela.

"riiiight, well have fun Angela" torbjörn smiled before moving aside so that she could get through the small white corridor. Overwatch really didn't have alot in terms of creativity, and thus most of their facilities reeked of the whole 'military' vibe, but Angela didn't mind, she prefered the sterility and the simplicity, and had grown accustomed to such designs. Now and again you would see a motivational poster or a painting but other than that they could really use a decorator, so that the inside reflected the outside.

"well I bid you farwell, gentlemen" she saluted them before continuing her trek towards jack, and hopefully a brilliant evening with the super soldier.

"torb! What did I tell you about blurting out very rude suggestions to people!" Angela could hear Reinhardt giving torbjörn a good lecture about his manner of speech.

"what! I was only giving my opinion! Have you seen the way she looks at him? Now I know a thing about when a woman wants to have a mans children, and there's a certain look that always leads to such. And from experience I can say that she has given that man such looks. " torbjörn tried to whisper most of it, but Angela heard it all as the corridors were very bare and even the quietest noise sounded like it came from a boom box at full blast.

Well, kids would be nice and he is certainly a man and a half... I wonder if being a super soldier means he has a super sized-

"diet, super sized diet" she tried to shake such thoughts out of her head for fear of being caught fantasizing about the strike commander, which wouldn't be very work friendly. Shaking her head she decided to occupy her mind as to where he was going to take her, she knew it wasn't a fancy restaurant or a low end food vendor so those kinds of places were out of the question, but she didn't know of any other places nearby beside either one or the other. But she decided to alternate her focus to actually getting to the reception area and meeting her 'date', which if she didn't hurry up would think she had changed her mind last minute.

After realising this her mind started going into meltdown and she began panicking about how she could ruin this perfect chance with the perfect man, and before long Angela found herself entering a near sprint as she turned the next corner. "oh come on, come on, come on come on come on! um Gottes Willen (for gods sake) if I screw zis up I will-" she was about to continue untill, to her relieve ,she saw the reception in her sights and she began to slow down as she approached a mirror, why I was there she hadn't a clue but she figured that whatever god existed must be looking down on her tonight as she carefully rearranged the hairs that came out of place and tried to slow her breathing, in which the nervousness didn't help. "okay, okay, breathe Angela, just breathe... Zats better, I'm 6 minutes early, I had no idea zat my watch was wrong, fick dich ins Knie (screw you?) watch for making me panic and all zat!" She had seen the giant holographic clock behind her and cursed her early watch, sure it had saved her in the past but the small silver clock on her arm, even though its face was encrusted with a few diamonds and had a very elegant appearance, had nearly made her trip several times on her way to see jack. She really was grateful she didn't choose heels tonight.

Once she felt fully prepared, even then she still felt more nervous than a teenage girl meeting the popular boy for a date, she began walking towards the small door frame that separated her and destiny. The walk felt ant agonizingly slow and she couldn't help but shake a little, of course she couldn't.

She slid her keycard into the lock.

It clicked open.

It began to slide into the cream coloured wall, which stood out from its much paler brethren.

Her cover was fading, her fears were staring into her soul, she couldn't, yet she wanted to, her mind slowly crumbling as he stood there, eyes filled with joy at her arrival.

Wow does he look good. He should be arrested as he's killing me with those thighs- eyes! Eyes! Oh Scheiße what is wrong with me?!

"well hello goodlooking, what's cooking?"