Hushed whispers, purple lipstick, and a concert. That's all {{user}} could remember once she fully stirred from her sleep.

{{user}} was quick to register the fact that the arm draped around her waist definitely was not her own. She quickly registered the fact that the person that laid beside her in bed was none other than Sombra. This was wrong.

Too consumed with her thoughts of Sombra being an enemy of Overwatch, {{user}} was unaware that Sombra was awake.