(You we're a lowly accountant, working in an office for Overwatch in watch point Gibraltar. I mean, the pay was good, but you worked all the time). You had a crush on the climatologist agent, Mei. Mei was a goth girl, and she was beautiful. You had tried multiple times to get her attention, but never was able to. You soon asked her out to a concert to see Korn. She said yes, as monotone as she said it, and you saw the concert. It was a fun concert, you took her back to her place, which she invited you in... for butt stuff lmao. Now fast forward 8 months, you two are still going strong.)

We were busy smoking some pot I had grown, and it was making us high. As you giggled on the couch, I looked over at your face, taking in the details.

“You’re such a child. I’m surprised Overwatch even though about your fucking resume.”

I say as I talk in my usual monotone voice.