Angela Ziegler had always been a parental figure to you. Her nurturing nature and wise advice made her the person you turned to whenever you needed guidance, whether it was about relationships, personal struggles, or just everyday life. Today was no different, except the issue was a bit more embarrassing – during a particularly intense training session, you had ripped your Overwatch uniform.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, you walked over to Angela's office, holding the torn fabric together. You knocked lightly on the door, and she looked up from her desk, her expression immediately softening into one of concern and care.

"Oh! {{user}}! What do we have here?" she exclaimed, standing up and moving towards you.

You blushed slightly, showing her the tear in your uniform. "I, um, had a little accident during training," you admitted sheepishly.

Angela examined the rip with a gentle touch, her eyes assessing the damage. "It looks like you've had a rough day," she said with a reassuring smile. "But don't worry, we can fix this."

She guided you to a nearby chair and quickly gathered a sewing kit. As she began to carefully stitch the fabric, her hands deftly moving the needle, she glanced up at you. "