Hey good looking, what's COOKING!? Jack, what the actual fu- no, cursing isn't going to redeem the situation.
"well I don't know what's cooking as I'm not ze one who has chosen ze location of zis evening, so I could ask you ze same question" Angela obviously didn't get his joke, but he had made it his mission to hear that sweet heavenly laugh tonight, even if it meant falling down a flight of stairs he will hear it.
" oh Angela, you do realise that we wont know untill we get there right? But with someone like you I might need a map just to get there"
"but I thought-"
"because I'm getting lost in your eyes" oh Morrison you HAD to do that didn't you? You couldn't leave well enough alone?
"oh, well um- I like your shirt, it suits you." She tried to avoid his eyes as her cheeks began to redden ever so slightly.
"oh you do? Its nothing special, especially compared to your dress, now that is something even I envy"
"well I didn't know you had a thing for fashion, Mr Morrison."
"oh well you will certainly learn a thing or two about me then tonight" fucking smooth jack, nailed it.
An awkward silence began to emerge, neither person knowing where to branch this conversation of to and neither knowing of any knew topics that wouldn't dull the current high mood. Overwatch was having a rough time lately, people were questioning its necessity and Blackwatch was getting more problematic as time progressed, but that could be blamed on a certain Gabriel Reyes. Gabriel, once one of jacks closest friends had become just Reyes to him, a distant shadow of the once honorable man, who supposedly hated jack for taking his so called righteous spot as strike commander. Jack had no control over those events, he couldn't back out could he? Even so he didn't understand why a man would want this position, he had no real life due to the demand and need of his presence at meetings and other UN events. Jack simply hated it all. Maybe I should've been a farmer back in Indiana after all, that was what he kept saying but someone had to do this. He had to do this.
"ummm, Jack? Are you okay?" Angela gave him a look that suggested he had zoned out again, that and the fact she was waving her hand in front of his face, and only now did he realise that their faces were mere inches apart, those luscious looking lips only a lean out of reach and-
Not on the first date mate, you know the rules.
"oh, I was just thinking about... Um how we were going to get there? I mean I could get my car if you want?" The first question was more to himself than her, but jack knew he was lying.
"yes, where iz it?" The way her eyes sparkled in the light, even the most blandest white office lights couldn't ruin her face, the way her platinum gold hair was tied up with a few strands hanging down her face, her makeup being subtle enough to make untrained eyes not see it but bold enough to highlight her features, the way her black dress contrasted her skin he didn't have to look anymore to know it hugged her figure. But then he didn't mind if she was wearing, she always looked beautiful.
"its out the front, I'll be back in a few seconds, okay?"
"yes, I will be fine" she said as he began walking towards the exit outside. Jack once again felt the chilly dusk air hit his skin as he ventured outside to retrieve his trusty automobile, sure it wasn't one of those new fancy hover cars, with all the latest gadgets and gizmos, but it had served him well over the years and looked like it would continue to do so. He walked out into the car park and began looking from left to right until he noticed the odd car out which was always his, unless someone else had a 30 year old jeep which was supposed to be blue, but due to the dirt and just the age of it the colour had either faded or in some places been scratched away. Jack obviously took care of the relic, it was his pride and joy but it looked the way it did as the original light blue colour had seemingly disappeared from existence.
After opening the door and entering the car, leaning into the faded leather seats as he remembered all the fun he has had in this car, all the journeys and ventures as well as the times when its saved his skin, having a car that was EMP proof really did help against surprise ambushes, before putting the key in the ignition and turning it so that the cars engine rumbled and shook with life. It didn't sound bad for its age and he hoped so as the amount of time he had spent cleaning and replacing and tuning- it made him shiver at the thought of how much gunk had been clogged up in the old girl.
Angela was now seated in a chair against a wall, which she had only just sat in as she heard a strange, low rumbling followed by a horn. Following the sound she exited the reception, with the receptionist having a look of surprise on her, and was met with a very, very rare sight indeed.
There, right in front of her, was a petrol jeep, probably the only one still being used in Europe. "Jack? Iz this your-"
"yep, my pride and joy, she's a 2047 jeep, one of the last petrol cars ever made and one of the last of its era. Whilst she may not look like much she has done more than any fancy fusion car could ever achieve." Jack said with pride, as if talking about a successful child or a revolutionising product.
"well I did not expect you to have such a vintage car, but I like it, reminds me of you." Angela said warmly as she looked over the jeep before her.
"scarred beyond believe? Been through hell and back?"
"no, its traditional and has old, trusted practises, like yourself" Angela stated.
"well, if you were a car you'd probably be a Lamborghini ambulance." Jack replied with a small smile forming.
" a Lamborghini what?" Angela had once again a look of confusion at the strange ways that Jack spoke"
" well you'd be a Lamborghini as their sleek, elegant and pricelessly beautiful but you'd be a ambulance to as you want to help people and your a doctor... So you're a lambo ambulance hybrid." Jack saw her cheeks get a light red tint when he called her beautiful, and this caused his smile to widen. "but we should really get going, dont want to be back after curfew or else I'm grounded for a month" he said as he opened the front passenger door for her.
"ah yes, and i won't be allowed to see you anymore as Reinhardt would see you as a bad influence, and he's very protective." Angela giggled and soon catched on to his sense of humor.
"good one, I see you're finally relaxing a little." Jack said as she entered the car and closed the door behind her.
"so how did you acquire such a rare car? I've never seen another one being driven." Angela asked as she looked around the interior, noting the small marks and imperfections.
"oh well I found most of it rusting away In a forest, the engine was pretty beat up, but my dad had a old engine from a much more powerful car in his garage. I think its from a Dodge or Chevrolet or another muscle car, but whatever it was it now delivers more horsepower than I'll ever need in this baby."
"hm, to think that it would laid rusting if it weren't for you-"
" I know, but some things need to be found or else they will disappear forever, only known to our past."
"well said, oh is that a-" Angela began pointing to a CD with the words ' singalong' written in black pen, slightly smudged from repeated handling.
"what that CD? Its nothing much, just songs I like to sing along to, there's lots of classics on there, some from the early 21st century, some a little earlier. I do have other ones-"
"I think it will be perfect, please could you put it on?" Angela semi begged him and it worked with ease, he couldn't turn down such a pretty face, and she reminded him of a puppy in that way, too cute and adorable to say no to regardless of what they wanted or done.
"okay, here we go" Jack said as he reached for the CD and placed it into the player in the radio.
And then the music started playing as he began driving off to their destination, wherever that was.
Okay, so I wanted to apologise for my delays (video games and procrastination) but also thank you for reading it and sticking around! It really makes me feel good knowing people are reading, and regardless of what you think I hope you tell me what you've made of my fic, even if you think its rubbish at least tell me how I could improve...
Thank you and I hope you're doing well, or if not that whatever troubles you have pass quickly.