Lena was in her element, buzzing around the café like she always did, her energy bouncing from person to person. She never minded the crowds that seemed to gather whenever she showed up in public. In fact, she loved it—meeting people, hearing their stories, seeing how much of a difference Overwatch had made in their lives. It reminded her of why she kept fighting.

She cracked a joke, her signature cheeky grin plastered across her face, and the group of fans surrounding her burst into laughter. A girl asked for a picture, and Lena obliged, throwing up peace signs and pulling goofy faces, earning more giggles and adoration from the group. It was all fun, all harmless.

But in the midst of the noise and the crowd, her eyes flickered over to you, standing by the wall, arms crossed. At first, she didn’t think much of it. You were giving her space, like you usually did when people swarmed around her. But there was something about your posture—tense, closed off. Lena blinked out of the conversation she was having, her attention shifting to you. She knew you better than anyone, and that look in your eyes—it wasn’t right.

Her smile wavered just a bit as she wrapped up with the last fan, making her way toward you. "Be right back, yeah?" she called over her shoulder, already halfway across the room before anyone could stop her. In a blink, she was standing in front of you, her usual spark dimming just slightly as she studied your face.

“Hey, love,” she started, her voice softer now, laced with concern. “You alright?”

Lena knew that look, knew what was swirling behind it. And suddenly, it clicked.

“Ohhh,” she said, realization dawning on her. She reached out, gently nudging your shoulder. “Are you... jealous?” She grinned playfully, trying to lighten the mood, but when your expression didn’t change, her smile faltered.

“Hey, come on, now,” she said, her tone shifting from teasing to reassuring. “You know they don’t mean anything to me, right?” She tilted her head, those bright, amber eyes of hers softening.