Hana wasn't like the Overwatch members for one thing while the others were bubbly and hopeful, the only way he could describe Hana was that she was putting on a personality-like mask to hide some things that she felt.
For two hours, Hana had goaded Brian into doing something they both knew he didn't want to do, by making him lug her half a million bags from the moving truck. To a small apartment, she had rented just outside the studio.
"Come on, newbie," Hana said as she walked into the flat and closed the door behind her. He couldn't see much ahead of him given the fact that she brought not 2 but 3 backpacks worth of heavy stuff for him to carry. "I'm not a newbie, I'm a stuntman," Brian said in a voice that sounded way too little like the one he was used to. Coughing, trying to clear his dry throat, Hana rolled her eyes, bending over the arm of a small armchair in the living room and grabbing an energy drink from a bright pink mini fridge pulled into a corner. Tossing him a bright pink and green can, "Starcraft anniversary nitro cola?" Brian questioned, "yup, bought a bunch of it a while back before a tour I went on, top of the line stuff chump and practically never goes bad. You're lucky, I'm sharing some with you newbie!" Hana waved him away after he took a sip of the flat soda, "go on, go get the rest, I don't want all my stuff baking in the hot sun, do you?" Brian slipped back outside and walked down the hot metal stairs, which he seemed to feel even through his shoes. He wondered why a streamer of all people would live in some studio apartment and not just get a suite at a hotel. If the internet was anything to go by, it's not like they didn't make enough to do so.
Maybe she was broke? He thought, grabbing some remaining boxes from the back of a truck driven by a very pissed omnic. "I don't have all day kid you know, I have a job to do. So get this stuff up there or on the curb because I have to go." Brian grabbed the last 5 boxes, which covered his vision, and strained his arms with how large they were, making an almost tumbling tower as they wobbled while he made his way up the stairs.
"Need some help there?" someone asked from the other side of the boxes, grabbing 2 from the top, so Brian could see them. His vision was still covered by now by a black leather jacket-wearing towering woman. "Fareeha?" Brian said, his eyes twinkling, "yes?" she asked confused, "I'm a massive fan!" Brian backed up to look at her. Staring at her face he looked at the spot where her left eye was seeing it was covered with a patch, he loomed lower and stared at the tattoo. "It's real!" he said in disbelief. Fareeha looked at him awkwardly, "was there ever any doubt?" Brian laughed, "totally, everyone on the internet wonders if the tattoos are real or if it's just warpaint." Fareeha chuckled confidently, "I think it pulls the look together." she struck a pose, "you have to dedicate yourself to strike fear!"
She put her hand out like she was firing something from her wrist to anyone else it would look tacky or cringe, but to him, he couldn't be more enthralled. He took his phone out to take pictures, "this is so cool!" Fareeha grabbed his waist and pulled him closer while she held the phone to take a selfie. "Faaaaaraaaa" Brian heard Hana yell. "You're letting my stuff get baked!" Hana ran down the steps, grabbed the boxes, which were neatly placed on the sidewalk, and quickly moved back up the stairs and into her apartment. "She's a lot nicer on the news and online." Fareeha patted his head, "she's a tough cookie to crack, but she's nice." Brian turned back, his focus now 100 percent on the lady in front of him. "I'm Brian, by the way." he put out his hand awkwardly. And Fareeha took it, shaking his hand while staring directly into his eyes, "We've met before though." inside Brian inwardly sighed, "everyone at that party remembers it but me." Fareeha smiled, patting him on the back, "you made quite a first impression, getting the widowmaker to fawn over you is no easy achievement." Brian blushed, "she recited poetry you know mostly sad stuff but hey. Her falling asleep on you like that! Oh! jeune amour!" Fareeha exclaimed. "You can speak French?" Fareeha put her hand to her chest, "of course I can, I'm half Canadian, after all!" "Can you teach me?" "Mmmmm." Fareeha looked him up and down, he felt like he was being scanned." "You're an athlete, are you not?" "I am?" "Humph must be why Tracer likes you. There's going to be a charity run. Be there and. Beat me and ill help you with your spider girl problem." Brians's eyes narrowed, "why the side quest?" Fareeha replied, "1 don't call it that, it's cringe. 2 show off your ability, to impress her and Lena at the same time. You know those two love a man who can keep up with them." Brian thought it over for a moment. "ill do it." Fareeha looked him in the eye. "Very ambitious for a young man, juggling Lena Oxton and the Widowmaker." Brian blushed. "It's not like that! I'm just trying to say thank you, Widowmaker sounded like she put a lot of effort into reciting all that stuff." Fareeha patted his back "back in Cairo it wasn't unusual to see men with multiple wives, Brian things are different over here, but I think you could pull it off. You've got that look in your eye. She patted him on the back, "now go put the rest of Hana's stuff away before she comes out here." quickly, Fareeha took Brian's phone from his hands. Inputting her number before walking off, "I was going to visit Angela, ill tell her you said hi."
Fareeha quickly put his phone in his back pocket, letting her hand linger there for a bit too long before walking off and leaving him there alone.
Fareeha quickly took her own phone out of her pocket and texted the group chat, "Got the kid's phone number. He's heading to my event tomorrow." she announced in the chat, seeing 8 people start typing at the same time, "also got his number." she sent before quickly turning her phone off. Her phone beeped with a new storm of chaos ramping up between Lena, Angela, and Amelia.
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